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Think I Only Want You Under My Mistletoe [Logan/Reader]

Summary: In which you need a fake date to your parent's Christmas party, Logan volunteers, and you realize that maybe your unrequited crush isn't so unrequited after all. May include: Fake Dating, Real Feelings, Meddlesome Friends, Terrible Parents, and Mistletoe. Word Count: 5.5k Author's Notes: Part of my In Another Life, Perhaps 'verse. In which they're stuck in a Hallmark Movie Universe??? Either way, Merry Christmas, y'all! 🎄

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"Ugh," you groaned, letting your face fall into your hands. You figured it was better than hitting your head against the table in the hopes that your situation would suddenly change.

"What's wrong?" Ororo asked, studying you across the break room table.

“My whole life,” you grumbled, knowing you were being childish, but glad that none of your students were around to see it.

You had managed to get a brief moment of respite from the teenagers roaming the halls of the X-Mansion by retreating to the makeshift teacher's lounge located in a room tucked away near the kitchen. All of you had worked to make it your own space.

Hank had lugged in a refrigerator and at some point a microwave had shown up on someone's repurposed nightstand. Charles had offered to pay for whatever the staff might have wanted, but all of you seemed to want to fill the room with personal touches and effects. So, someone had dragged in an old table that must have been stored in the attic and other people stole desk chairs from unoccupied rooms. Over time, a coffeemaker had been added along with a small cabinet full of snacks. There were also photos along the wall, candid and professional shots of the staff.

Your favorite was a group shot where most of you were making a goofy face. Your eyes were always drawn to Remy doing bunny ears behind Logan’s head and Logan in the middle of snarling at Remy to cut it out, but there was just the tiniest bit of a grin peeking at the edges of Logan’s mouth.

He swore he hated you all, but you knew better. He was part of the family and there was a reason he had stuck around despite his own protests.

The lounge was one of your favorite places to be and it was even better when you were joined by your fellow teachers and friends. It was a bonus perk knowing that none of the kids were allowed. You loved teaching and you loved all the bright, young students taking up residence in the mansion, but it was nice to get a break from time to time.

Especially when you needed a safe place to vent your frustrations about every wrong turn your life seemed to take.

“No, really, what’s wrong?” Ororo asked again.

"My parents," you sighed, sliding the invitation you received earlier that morning across the table so she could read it.

"What's the big deal, sugar?" Rogue wondered, leaning over Ororo’s shoulder so she could read the paper as well. "Sounds like a good time."

"Every year, it's always the same," you explained, reaching out to grab the invitation when Ororo handed it back. "My parents invite me to their Christmas party and I go because I love them, but I end up having a miserable time."

"If it's so miserable, why bother going?" Logan asked from where he was leaning up against the table that held the coffeemaker and microwave. He was sipping a beer and looked relaxed in a white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. You had a fleeting thought that Logan looked really good and you hoped Charles or Jean hadn't managed to catch that.

Charles had only grown more meddlesome in his old age and you certainly didn’t need him trying to set you up with Logan. And Logan had been infatuated with Jean for as long as you had known him. You really didn’t cherish the idea of her knowing she had something you desperately wanted.

"It's complicated," you tried, but rolled your eyes when Logan simply arched a brow at you, unimpressed with your attempt at deflection. "My parents aren't so fond of mutants," you finally conceded, unsurprised at Logan's snort and shake of his head.

"I might be missing something here, but you're a mutant, aren't you?" Remy asked as he dropped down into the chair at Rogue's side. He let his arm stretch across the back of her chair and you noticed the way she leaned into him, careful not to let her skin brush against him.

You hadn't noticed Remy enter the room, since you had been so focused on Logan. You shrugged your shoulders, staring morosely at the rest of your sandwich. "Yeah," you sighed, meeting Remy's gaze. "They love me. They do," you insisted at Remy's incredulous look. "But they want me to be normal. I only see them a couple times a year, since I'm usually here with the X-Men, and every year at Christmas, without fail, I show up without a date like an idiot. And then my parents try to set me up with some normal human guy as if that will make me somehow more acceptable to them."

"That sure sounds a lot like conditional love, sugar," Rogue mused, quirking an eyebrow at you. "Why don't you just skip out on the party this year? Save yourself the hassle?"

"Because as much as they've royally fucked me up with all their anti-mutant bullshit, I still love them. I can't help it. So, if I have to suffer through another year of trying to ward off some random jackass' advances while my parents stand there smiling as if they can't see how uncomfortable I am? Then I'll deal with the torture if I can make them happy for a few minutes."

Silence invaded the room and you suddenly got the sense that every person in the room was staring at you. You didn't realize until you said it out loud just how fucked up your situation with your parents really was, but you were so deep into it that you didn't know if you'd ever be able to claw your way free.

"Well," Ororo started, leaning forward across the table and placing a hand on your arm, as if trying to offer you comfort. "If you want them to stop meddling, then show up with a date. Break the cycle."

"But that's the problem," you protested, crossing your arms over your chest. "I'm not dating anyone, so I don't have a date."

"Well, it's not like it's got to be a real one, darling. Why I'm sure Remy would love to go with you. Your parents will sure get a kick out of him," Rogue offered, reaching out to settle a gloved hand on Remy's shoulder.

Remy offered you a smirk before holding out his hand with his palm turned up. You furrowed your brow as you rested your hand in his and laughed when he pulled your hand close and kissed it.

"It would be my pleasure," he vowed with a wink.

You glanced from Remy to Rogue and then back again, realizing they were completely serious. You knew your parents would flip when they met Remy. He was charming, but chaotic, and sure to piss your parents off. If his red, glowing eyes didn't give away that he was a mutant, then you were sure it would only be a matter of time before he blew something up.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad showing up with a date. Remy was your friend and you knew that he would do whatever it took to make sure you weren't cornered by some asshole who had been misled by your parents into thinking you were on the market. You felt safe with Remy and maybe for once you might actually enjoy one of your parent's Christmas parties.

"Alright," you decided, nodding your head as you drew you hand back. "Yeah, that sounds like--"

"I'll do it," Logan interrupted, startling you.

You had completely forgotten he was practically standing right behind you. You turned in your chair to look at him. You were surprised to see him studying you, expression intent.

"What?" You blurted, sure that you had misheard Logan.

"I'll be your date," Logan offered before casually raising his beer and taking a sip, as if he hadn't sent your heart into a frenzy.

"You don't have to," you assured him, not sure how you would be able to handle Logan as a date to your parent's Christmas party. It wasn't that you didn't want to go with Logan, because you absolutely did. The problem was that you had had a pathetic crush on him the moment you first laid eyes on him, but Logan was notoriously head over heels for Jean.

Even though she was married to Scott, you had heard time and again from practically every person on the X-Men that Logan had been in love with her from the first moment he met her. So, you wouldn't be able to handle a fake date with Logan, because you would spend the whole time desperately wishing that it was real.

"I want to," Logan insisted, finally standing up out of his slouch against the table that had been converted into a coffee bar. He rolled his shoulders, like he was preparing for a fight, and you wondered why he was being so adamant about being your date.

"That's sweet of you, Logan, but Remy already offered, and--," you tried before you were cut off by Logan again.

"I'll do it," Logan stressed, a hint of a growl in his voice as he stared down Remy like he was challenging him to something.

You glanced from Logan to Remy to Logan again.

"What the hell is going on," you muttered, shooting a bewildered look at Ororo and Rogue to see if they were as confused as you were.

Rogue looked amused and Ororo was watching Logan with an arched brow. But neither one seemed to be questioning the events that were playing out before them.

After what seemed like hours of intense eye contact between the two, Remy finally held up his hands in surrender. He shot you a wink, ignoring Logan's grunt of protest.

"I'm sure our Logan will do a fine job playing your paramour," Remy added, reaching out to run his fingers along your arm. "But if it doesn't work out, you know where to find me."

Logan grumbled something under his breath before he strode over. He snatched the invitation off the table, succeeding in separating you and Remy, before he skimmed over the page.

"How long will it take to get there?" Logan asked, glancing down at you.

"It's about a three-hour drive from here," you told him, trying not to focus too much on the fact that Logan was so close to you that you could feel the heat radiating off his body. The fabric of his sweatpants was dangerously close to brushing against your arm and you had to force yourself to stay absolutely still, because you weren't even sure what you would do if you allowed yourself to move.

"Be ready to leave by four tomorrow, then," Logan ordered before he placed his empty bottle of beer on the table between you and Remy and left the room.

You stared at the door for a moment before finally turning your gaze on the three people patiently waiting for you to break free of your stupor.

"What the hell just happened?" You wondered, still trying to catch up.

"What happened," Remy started, leaning back in his seat and placing his arm along the back of Rogue's chair again, "my beautiful, clueless friend, is that Ororo here owes me twenty dollars."

"What," you muttered, watching helplessly as Ororo handed Remy the money she evidently owed him.

"It was only a matter of time," Remy continued, tucking the money away in his pocket. "Logan's wanted you for years."

You scoffed, ready to deny it, but shut up at Ororo's eye roll.

"I thought he would never make a move, but Remy had far more faith in Logan than I did."

"A move? What move? There wasn't a move," you insisted.

"Swooping in and stealing you away from a fake date with my Remy? That was a move," Rogue assured you, grinning at you. "It was only a matter of time. Everyone knows about Logan's feelings except for you."

"There are no feelings, because he's been pining for Jean for years," you reminded them. You stood up, grabbing the invitation off the table, and fixed them all with a determined look. "You're all wrong, you know that? Nothing's going to happen between Logan and me," you told them before leaving the room.

You clutched the paper in your hands and tried to ignore the fact that you really, really wanted something to happen between you and Logan.

The next afternoon, you were nearly done getting dressed when someone knocked on your door. You glanced at the clock, realizing it was nearly four, and rushed to pull on your jacket as you walked to the door.

You opened the door and stood, stunned, at the sight of Logan dressed in a dark t-shirt, jeans, and a leather jacket. This was as close to dressed up as Logan got and you didn't get why he was going to all the effort just for you or your mutant-hating parents.

"Did you shave?" You blurted, noting that his usual scruff was a little more contained than usual.

Logan shrugged his shoulders, stepping to the side and gesturing for you to lead the way. You narrowed your eyes at him as you passed him, making for the front door of the mansion. Logan reached out and stopped you with a hand on your elbow, steering you towards the garage instead.

"Are we taking your bike?" Temperatures were quickly dropping outside and you didn't exactly want to freeze your ass off even if you would be pressed up against Logan.

"Nope," Logan answered, not bothering to clarify until he was standing right beside Scott's car.

"Are we stealing Summers' car?"

Logan held up the keys, flashing you a quick grin. "Asked for permission this time," he informed you before rounding the car and pulling open the passenger side door. He stood there, watching you expectantly, before you finally forced yourself to move.

"Thanks," you told him, gifting him with a smile, before settling into the passenger seat.

Logan gently closed the door for you before moving towards the driver's side. It wasn't long before he was pulling the car out of the garage as you put your parent's address into the navigation system. Christmas music faintly played, filling the silence between you, and you kept shooting nervous looks over at Logan. His shoulders were tense and his hands periodically clenched the steering wheel tight. You couldn’t tell if he was regretting his decision or feeling just as anxious as you were.

The silence began to feel excruciatingly awkward, but you didn't know how to fill it. You spent so long staring resolutely out the window that you didn't even notice when you began to drift off, your head lolling back against the headrest as your eyes closed.

"Y/N," Logan called, his hand on your shoulder cautiously shaking you awake.

"What?" You grumbled, reluctantly opening your eyes and squinting over at him.

Logan looked enraptured, a soft smile on his face as he studied you.

"We're here," he told you, prompting you to look out the windshield to the sight of your parent's home. Logan had parked the car in the long, winding driveway. There were already several cars parked along the side of it, which only made the driveway seem longer. "So, your family's loaded, huh?"

"Yeah," you groaned with a grimace. "Why do you think they keep trying to marry me off to all their rich friend's sons? They want their legacy to continue or whatever bullshit goes on in their heads."

"Damn," Logan sighed, shaking his head. "Good thing you won't have to worry about that this year, huh?"

You nodded your head, finally making yourself look at Logan again. You reached out, tentative, and placed your hand on his arm. "Logan?"

"Yeah?" He asked, staring down at your hand before turning slightly in his seat to face you.

"Thanks," you said, pulling your hand away when you realized you had been touching him for way too long to be normal. "For doing this," you clarified, ignoring the way your cheeks flushed at his attention. "You really didn't have to, you know."

Logan stared at you for one drawn-out intense moment and you fought the urge to look away. You inanely felt like you were in a predator's sights, which was stupid because Logan would never hurt you, but you still felt like you were being hunted.

"Yeah, I did," he finally responded, his gaze lingering on you before he glanced away.

Before you could question him, Logan got out of the car. You stared at the closed driver's side door for a moment before you took a deep breath and opened the passenger door. Logan met you just as you were getting out and he closed the car door for you.

He held out his arm and you linked yours with his as you headed up towards the house. You had to stop yourself from swaying into Logan's side. There was a feeling rising within you that you weren't sure how to contain. It was anticipation and longing and fear, because if you fucked this up, then what would you do? It would be awkward living and working in the same place as Logan and you hated the idea of avoiding him all to save yourself some dignity.

Before you were ready, you were standing on your parent's doorstep, hesitant to announce your arrival.

"What's wrong?" Logan asked, nudging you in the side with his elbow.

"We can leave," you blurted, avoiding his gaze. "We can leave and just skip this year and they never have to know I was here."

Logan sighed before unhooking his arm from yours and wrapping it around your shoulders. "I've got you," he promised. "Now ring the damn doorbell."

"That was almost sweet," you muttered, grinning at Logan's snort of amusement.

You reluctantly reached out to ring the doorbell, wincing at the chime you had heard throughout all your childhood. It meant you were home and not where you really belonged at the X-Mansion. You were still debating the merits of just making a run for it when the door opened and you were met with the sight of your mother.

She looked genuinely happy to see you, which was really one of the only things that was keeping you rooted to the spot. But then she realized you weren't alone and she turned her attention towards Logan. The warmth in her smile faded into something more polite and suited for company.

"Oh, you brought a friend," your mom observed, the corners of her mouth turning down in disapproval.

"I brought a date," you corrected her, trying not to startle when Logan dropped his hold on your shoulders and instead grabbed your hand. Feeling Logan lace his fingers through yours felt like the greatest thing ever and you hated that he was only doing it for show.

"And who is this?" Your mom asked, already dismissive of Logan despite knowing nothing about him.

She knew one thing, you thought, doing your best not to scowl at your mom. She hadn't picked Logan for you, so of course he wasn't good enough.

"Logan, ma'am," he introduced with a nod of his head.

"And how do you know my daughter, Logan?" Your mom interrogated, staring him down as if she could make him disappear if she concentrated hard enough.

It was then you realized your mom was refusing to move until she got her answers. Your mom hated being perceived as rude and you knew she must really not want Logan there if she wasn't even going to pretend to welcome him.

"Y/N and I work together and--" Logan cut himself off and shot you a wary look. You shook your head, letting him know not to tack on that you practically lived together as well. "We work together," he settled on with a small shrug of his shoulders.

"Are you one of those?" Your mom asked, gesturing briefly towards you.

You felt Logan tense up at your side and knew that trouble was fast approaching. Logan smiled at your mom, practically baring his teeth, and cocked his head to the side. "A mutant?" He supplied, practically not blinking as he met your mom's unimpressed stare with one of his own. "You could say that, sure," he added with a dangerous smirk that sent warning bells ringing in your head.

You tightened your hold on Logan's hand, lending him your own brand of moral support while also hoping to shut him up. "Mom, it's cold out here," you hinted, quirking an eyebrow at her. “Maybe you should invite us in.”

"Right," she muttered before stepping aside. "Why don't you and your...date," she practically sneered, "come in?"

"Thanks," Logan told your mom, offering her a wide, unsettling smile. "Your hospitality is appreciated."

You had never really seen Logan like this before. Maybe once or twice when he was in the same room as Scott and Jean and he wanted to get under Scott's skin. But this was somehow different and terrifying and just a bit thrilling.

Logan was doing his damnedest to stand up for you while also pretending to respect your mom. You could tell your mom was disappointed in you, but you didn't even care. You found yourself wishing that bringing Logan as your date was real, but you would take what you could get. You would just have to enjoy Logan's attention for as long as you had it.

Logan urged you forward with a hand on the small of your back and then helped you shrug out of your coat. “You weren’t kidding,” he muttered under his breath, sounding irritated. “You’ve put up with this shit your whole life?”

“Yeah,” you answered, knowing it was starting to look really pathetic on your part.

Your mom had retreated into the living room. You could see her talking to your dad and she pointed towards you and Logan. Your dad scowled before schooling his expression into something more neutral.

"Shit," you hissed, before grabbing Logan's arm. "Let's go somewhere else," you suggested.

"I go where you go," Logan promised, letting you lead him towards the dining room where you knew you would find a buffet-style spread of food.

At the very least, this was something your parents always got right. Logan looked exhilarated as he piled a plate with all kinds of food, ranging from strips of steak to scalloped potatoes to slices of honey glazed ham.

“Now this is a spread,” he approved, taking a bite of stuffed mushroom.

“Eat up,” you told him, grinning at him. “You’ve earned it.”

After eating and then drifting from room to room in a bid to avoid your parents, you realized that Logan was intent on keeping his word. He stayed right there at your side, letting you introduce him to your parent's friends and their kids with a smile on his face and a hand on the small of your back.

You were beginning to feel flustered having Logan in your space, so you retreated to the one place you knew you could drop the facade for just a little bit and gain a tiny bit of your sanity back.

You ended up hanging out with the children that had been left in a room near the back of the house. You had always hated being a kid at your parent's parties, because it meant you were stuck in a room with other kids and basically ignored for the rest of the night. But now, as an adult, it was the only true refuge to be found at your parent’s house during a party.

You ended up entertaining them with your powers. You helped some float using your forcefields and you turned invisible and let them try to find you. All the while, Logan stood at the entryway of the room, watching you with a fond little smile that set off a fluttering in the pit of your stomach.

After half an hour of Logan's undivided attention, you decided to give yourself a break. You planned on staying with the kids, so you doubted your parents would even find you. The plan was foolproof and would give you the time to calm your racing heart.

"Hey, would you mind getting me a drink?" You asked Logan, glancing up at him from where you were crouched on the floor and letting Mrs. Hudson's granddaughter draw what you thought might be a unicorn on your arm.

Logan nodded his head, pushing off the doorframe he had been leaning against. He looked so fond and you couldn’t take it anymore.

"Any preferences?"

"Surprise me," you told him with a grin, feeling just the slightest bit bold and playful.

“You got it.” Logan winked before leaving the room, doing nothing to help you feel any more in control of the situation.

"Are you and Mr. Logan getting married?" Mrs. Hudson's granddaughter asked you, adding what you assumed was blood beneath the unicorn's hooves. Either that, or she had run out of green for grass and was making do with what she had on hand.

"Mr. Logan doesn't like me like that," you told her, obediently turning your arm over when she tapped it and shook a blue marker at you.

"Yes, he does," she answered, as if it was that simple. She started shading in a sky and you hoped it would be easy to wash off later.

"Well, isn't that adorable," someone drawled from the doorway.

"Fuck," you breathed, instantly recognizing the voice.

"That's an uh-oh word," Mrs. Hudson's granddaughter reprimanded you.

"Sorry," you told her, patting her on the shoulder before standing up. You reluctantly turned to see your ex standing there. "What're you doing here?"

"Your parents invited me," Timothy told you, studying you. "God, you look great."

"Shit," you groaned, realizing that Timothy had been the person they were going to try to set you up with this year.

"That's another uh-oh word," Mrs. Hudson's granddaughter informed you with a disapproving frown.

"Right," you agreed before walking towards Timothy. "Maybe in front of the children isn't the best place for this conversation."

You brushed past Timothy, hating that you were in the same room as him, much less signing yourself up for a confrontation. You had been convinced for three years that Timothy was the one until he told you that he would rather adopt children than risk you passing on any of your 'mutant genes' to them. It had crushed you, realizing that Timothy didn't fully love you at all, and you had packed up all your things and joined the X-Men.

If anything, it should have made your parents hate Timothy for driving you away. Instead, they seemed to think he was the one who got away for you and you would never do any better.

You stopped in the entryway of an empty guest room and turned to face him.

"Look, I don't know what my parents told you, but I'm here with a date. I'm taken, alright? I don't want to get back together."

"Oh, come on," Timothy said, moving forward until he was in your space. "There's no date. You don’t have to lie to me to make me want you more. I want you. I always have. And now we're here and there's a really good reason why I should kiss you right now," he continued with a quick glance up.

You tried not to wince as you also took a chance and looked up at the frame of the doorway. "Mistletoe," you observed, hating that you had the worst luck. "It wasn't on purpose."

"I already told you that you don't have to lie to me," Timothy claimed before bringing a hand up and cupping your cheek. "I'm all yours, babe. Just say the word."

"Leave," Logan growled, approaching the pair of you from down the hallway. He had two wine glasses in his hands which he quickly set down on a table displaying family photos.

"Who the fuck are you?" Timothy asked, barely even budging from his spot in front of you.

"My date," you helpfully informed him just as Logan unsheathed his claws.

"What the--" Timothy started just as you pushed him away with a forcefield. He went stumbling back, shooting you a look of betrayal. "You swore you'd never use that against me."

"When we dated, sure," you reminded him. "But we're not together anymore. And we never will be again," you stressed, hoping he would get the message.

When Logan kept coming towards the two of you, not bothering to put away his claws, Timothy's eyes widened.

"Move it, bub," Logan snarled, looking like he was moments away from sinking his claws into Timothy.

"Okay, okay, I get it, whatever. Tell your boyfriend I'm sorry," he rambled, practically scrambling to get away from you and Logan.

You watched him scurry away, a grin tugging at your lips. "That was great," you exclaimed, turning back towards Logan. You nearly jumped when you realized that Logan was now standing right in front of you.

He packed the claws away and reached up to frame your face in his hands.

"What are you doing?" You whispered, your heart suddenly pounding so hard you were sure Logan would be able to hear it going crazy.

"There's mistletoe," Logan reminded you, his voice soft and intimate.

"We don't have to," you assured him. "I mean, it's just a dumb tradition, right? It's--"

"What I want," Logan finished for you, expression intent and serious. His thumb gently swept along your jaw and you didn't even have time to process the fact that Logan wanted to kiss you before his lips were pressed against yours.

Your brain went haywire trying to figure out what to do. You brought your hands up, unsure where they should land, before you settled them on Logan's shoulders. You were worried you would fuck the moment up by not responding, so you poured all your feelings into the kiss. You had wanted Logan for so long and if this was the only kiss you got from him, then you wanted it to be something you remembered for years to come.

Logan's touch remained gentle, but his kiss was searching and all-consuming. You nipped lightly at his lips, testing for a reaction, and shivered when Logan moaned and reeled you in closer.

By the time you pulled away, you felt like Logan had thoroughly claimed you. You nearly couldn't catch your breath, torn between giddy anticipation and fear that this was all about to come crashing down around you.

You met Logan's eyes, unsure of what you would find there. You froze for a moment, sure that you were wrong, but you let yourself take the time to really look at him. You couldn’t afford to mess this up. There was way too much at stake.

Logan was watching you like you were the only thing in the whole world. He was looking at you with affection and want and something that looked a lot like love to you. It was exactly what Remy, Rogue, and Ororo had claimed Logan had been doing all along.

"I've really got to thank Remy," you muttered, realizing that he had been right that Logan had been making a move by agreeing to be your fake date. Except, Logan did have real feelings for you, but you were the only one who hadn't been able to see it.

"What?" Logan growled, his grip briefly tightening on you. "You're really thinking about Remy right now? After what just happened, he’s what’s on your mind?"

You shook your head, smiling at Logan. Logan had absolutely no reason to be jealous, because even if he might not be aware of it, there was no one who could ever compete with him. No one else had ever made you feel the way Logan made you feel. You felt like there was a warmth taking root in your chest and it was lighting you up inside. It was all Logan. His touch, his kiss, and his affection had you feeling invincible.

As long as you had him, you truly could do anything. Including deal with your parents and their intolerance and shitty choice of suitors for you.

Logan had volunteered to be your date and had spent a whole evening putting up with your parents and their snooty, prejudiced friends all for you. Logan had run off your ex and then kissed you like he wanted nothing more than to keep doing that for the rest of his life. Logan wanted you just as much as you wanted him and you felt like you were on top of the world.

You didn't care that this had started out as fake, because now it was real and there was really only one thing you wanted to do now that you knew you had Logan.

"You've got nothing to worry about. You're all I want," you assured him before reeling him back in for another kiss underneath the mistletoe.

It wasn’t exactly the Christmas you had expected to have, but it was turning out to be the only one worth celebrating.

Logan was truly the best gift you had ever received.

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rue-isabelle · 5 months ago

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rueee, i have a funny idea about the aphrodite series(?) tho it'll be a little bit different from how it goes so far... so... maybe let it be an au of it? like they(drivers) be like all into her but she's actually w toto n susie if you're into that 😂 lovelovelove the series and been reading it on repeat aaaa

No Part 2! This is not the ending, just a side idea

Aphrodite of Formula 1 (side story)

Susie and Toto had been quietly enjoying the chaos Yn caused among the grid and their partners. Their shared secret—that Yn wasn’t just Toto’s assistant but the third, cherished member of their relationship—made every stolen glance, every awkward encounter, and every dramatic meltdown far more entertaining.

For months, the paddock had turned into a soap opera, and Susie and Toto had front-row seats.

---

The day Alexandra had her infamous meltdown, Susie and Toto couldn’t contain their amusement. Watching the footage on their phones, Susie laughed so hard she nearly spilled her coffee.

“She’s throwing a tantrum like a spoiled brat,” Susie chuckled, showing the clip to Yn, who smiled awkwardly, unsure how to respond.

Toto, always direct, smirked. “Ungrateful brat,” he corrected, his tone dripping with amusement. Later, when a journalist asked about the incident on live TV, Toto didn’t hold back.

“Well,” he said with a sly smile, “some people don’t know how to handle being second choice. Or third.”

The comment went viral within minutes.

---

Toto and Susie loved adding fuel to the fire.

One afternoon in the paddock, Kelly and Alexandra were lingering nearby, clearly irritated by the drivers’ infatuation with Yn. Susie nudged Toto and said loudly, “Isn’t it funny how Max and Charles always seem to be wherever Yn is? Almost like they forget they’re supposed to have girlfriends.”

Toto smirked. “You’d think they’d be more subtle.”

Both women bristled, glaring daggers at Yn, who was blissfully unaware of the jab.

---

It was Susie who came up with the idea to get Pierre and Kika to buy Yn something extravagant.

“Tell them you’re looking for new lingerie,” Susie whispered to Yn during a quiet moment in the motorhome.

“What? Why?” Yn asked, confused.

“Just trust me,” Susie said with a wink.

Later that day, Yn casually mentioned to Pierre and Kika that she was thinking about updating her wardrobe. The next morning, a luxurious box of designer lingerie appeared in Yn’s hotel room, along with a handwritten note: Only the best for you.

Susie burst out laughing when she saw the gift. “I can’t believe they actually did it,” she said, wiping tears from her eyes.

---

Whenever George and Carmen were nearby, Toto made a point of complimenting Yn loudly.

“You look stunning today,” he’d say, his eyes lingering on Yn in a way that made George’s jaw tighten.

Carmen would smile politely, oblivious, but George’s thinly veiled frustration was obvious to anyone paying attention.

---

It was during a quiet conversation between Susie and Rebecca that things got out of hand. They were discussing Yn’s flexibility, something Susie praised enthusiastically.

“She’s so graceful,” Susie said with a knowing smile. “Her yoga practice really shows.”

Rebecca agreed. “It’s impressive, really. She can bend like—”

Carlos, who had been within earshot, suddenly choked on his drink, his face turning beet red.

“Carlos, are you okay?” Susie asked innocently.

He muttered something incoherent, quickly crossing his legs. But when Susie and Rebecca started laughing, he stood up abruptly and left, muttering an excuse.

“Too easy,” Susie whispered to Rebecca, who was now in on the joke.

---

Eventually, though, Toto and Susie’s amusement began to wear thin. The drivers were monopolizing Yn’s time, and both felt the sting of jealousy creeping in. So, they decided to make a statement.

At the next Grand Prix, the three of them arrived together, and the paddock was stunned.

Susie held Yn’s hand tightly, her fingers laced with hers, while Toto’s large hand rested possessively on Yn’s lower back. The trio moved through the crowd like royalty, heads turning as whispers spread like wildfire.

When they reached the Mercedes garage, Susie turned to Yn with a mischievous smile and leaned in, pressing a deep, lingering kiss to her lips. The kiss left no room for misinterpretation—it was passionate, intimate, and utterly unapologetic.

By the time Susie pulled away, Yn’s cheeks were flushed, and Toto was smirking. “Don’t be late,” Susie teased, winking at Yn before walking away, her confidence leaving everyone else in awe.

Toto, ever the gentleman, placed a hand on Yn’s waist and gently steered her into the garage. “Shall we?” he asked softly, his voice full of warmth.

The paddock was left stunned, the realization hitting them all at once: Yn wasn’t just Toto’s assistant. She was part of something far deeper, something none of them could touch.

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annewithaneofthegreengable · 11 months ago

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Could you do fic for Toto Wolff with wife reader? Their son, Jack always wanted a pet but with them traveling the world for the races, it was not possible. But when Charles recently adopted Leo, Jack asks his mother to help him. Knowing Toto wouldn't say no to her. With "indistinguishable squeaky noises' when Jack got what he wanted all along. And "Aww! A PUPPY!". They both give Toto a very crushing hug. Just major fluff and cute. You decide how it goes. Thanks!! :))

Here you go! Enjoy reading it and I also add a small part of SMAU 🤭, well, since lots of you guys have been sending me texts telling me how much you like it! I read it all and I cherished each and every message. Love you all!

Jack was on a mission. He had been begging his parents for a pet for months now, but with their busy lives full of Formula One travels, it was impossible. He knew his dad would probably say no, but his mom was a softie when it came to family, especially him. So he went to her with a pleading look in his eyes.

"Mama, can we get a puppy?"

She smiled at his eagerness, knowing that she would have to be the one to persuade Toto. She lowered down in front of her son, ruffling his hair playfully. "Sweetie, you know your dad has a lot on his plate with work, right?" Jack pouted, his shoulders slumping. "I know, but I really want a puppy! Please, Mama? Can't you talk to Papa?" he asked, his eyes wide and hopeful. She chuckled softly, unable to resist his adorable expression. "Alright, alright," she relented. "I'll talk to him."

Jack's face lit up with excitement, his eyes widening. "Really? You'll talk to Papa?"

His mother nodded, laughing softly. "Yes, I'll talk to him," she assured him. "But don't get your hopes too high, okay? Your Papa is a bit of a hardass." Jack's expression soured slightly at her words, but he quickly brightened. "But you'll convince him, right?"

She chuckled again, ruffling his hair once more. "I'll do my best."

Over the next few days, she thought about how to approach the topic with Toto. She knew he was a bit of a worrywart when it came to Jack's safety, and a puppy was a big responsibility.

Finally, one evening while they were having dinner together, she decided to bring it up. "Toto," she began, her tone casual.

Toto looked at her, his gaze curious. "Yes, Liebe?" he replied, taking a sip of his wine.

She took a deep breath, preparing herself for his response. "Jack has been asking me for a pet," she said, watching his reaction closely.

Toto raised an eyebrow, his expression immediately becoming wary. "A pet? Like a dog or a cat?" he asked, setting his glass back down on the table.

She shrugged lightly, trying to appear nonchalant. "I think he's set on a puppy," she replied, gauging his reaction.

Toto's expression darkened slightly, but he didn't immediately shut down the idea. "We travel constantly," he said, his tone pragmatic. "How exactly would we care for a puppy on the road?"

She had expected this argument, and she was ready with a counter-point. "I've been thinking about that," she said quickly. "We could hire a dog walker or a pet sitter whenever we can't be there."

Toto frowned, his expression unconvinced. "It's not just about the physical care," he countered. "What about training and socialization? A puppy takes time and effort to raise."

She bit her lower lip, realizing that his concerns were valid. "I know it won't be easy," she acknowledged, her tone earnest. "But Jack has been such a good kid, and he's wanted a pet for so long."

Toto sighed, his expression softening. "I know he has, but can't just adopt a puppy on a whim."

She nodded, understanding his point but not willing to give up just yet. "I'm not suggesting we adopt one right now," she reassured him. "But we could at least talk about it, right?"

Toto leaned back in his chair, considering her words. "Alright, I'll listen," he said finally. "But you need to convince me why this is a good idea."

She took another deep breath, thankful that he was at least willing to listen. "Having a puppy could be good for Jack's development," she began. "It would teach him responsibility, and he would have a companion to help him deal with the stress of our travels."

Toto raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. "You think a puppy will help manage stress?" he asked, a hint of doubt in his voice.

"Having a puppy to play with and snuggle up with might make his time on the road a bit more bearable."

Toto considered her words, his expression slowly softening. "Alright, I'll give you that," he agreed reluctantly.

His resistance was starting to crumble, and she could see that she was slowly winning him over. "And don't forget," she added with a smirk, "puppies are incredibly cute. Just imagine how happy it would make Jack."

Toto rolled his eyes playfully, a small smile creeping onto his lips. "You're playing dirty, Liebe" he accused her.

She chuckled, loving the banter between them. "I'm just speaking the truth," she responded, her tone innocent. "A puppy would be a wonderful addition to our family."

Toto let out a small huff, a mixture of resignation and affection. "You're really not going to let this go, are you?" he asked, his expression resigned but fond.

She shook her head, a sly smile on her lips. "Not until we at least consider it," she said, leaning forward slightly.

Toto couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped his lips. "You're relentless," he said, his tone admiring rather than annoyed. "But you always know how to get what you want, don't you?"

She smirked, knowing she had won the argument. "It takes a special skill to handle a stubborn man like you," she teased, her voice flirty.

Toto rolled his eyes once more, his expression a mix of amusement and defeat. "You're lucky I love you," he said, a hint of laughter in his voice.

Throughout their conversation, their voices never rose above a quiet whisper, so as not to alert their son that they were discussing his request. Jack was currently upstairs in his room, presumably doing his homework or playing with his toys.

With a conspiratorial smile, she leaned in closer toward Toto. "Jack is already prepared for a puppy," she replied, giggling softly. "He's spent hours online watching puppy videos. Also, he had spent quite some time playing with Leo last week, and did not stop talking about it ever since.”

Just then, a small voice called out from the staircase. "Mama?"

She looked up to see Jack standing there, a hopeful expression on his face. "Yes, sweetie?" she asked, knowing exactly what he was about to ask.

Jack looked between her and Toto, his eyes slightly widened. "Did you talk to Papa about the puppy?" he asked, his voice filled with anticipation.

She smiled warmly at her son, her heart swelling with affection. She looked over at her husband, who was still leaning back in his chair, a resigned expression on his face.

"We've been discussing it," she replied to Jack, her tone light.

Jack's eyes widened even further, his whole body practically vibrating with excitement. "And what did Papa say?" he asked, barely able to contain himself.

Toto let out a soft sigh, knowing that he was outnumbered in this situation. He couldn't help but feel a pang of affection for his wife and son, especially when they both gave him those big, pleading eyes.

"We're considering it," he spoke up, his tone resigned but fond.

Jack let out a small gasp, his expression filled with glee. He practically bounced from foot to foot, his excitement barely contained.

"Considering it" seemed to be enough for Jack, as he squealed in delight and practically ran over to Toto, wrapping his small arms around his father's waist in a tight hug.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Jack repeated, his voice muffled against Toto's shirt.

Toto chuckled, returning his son's embrace. "Don't celebrate just yet," he warned, his tone mock-stern.

Despite his words, Toto's expression was softened, and his arms remained around his son. He was unable to resist the infectious joy that filled Jack's face.

She couldn't help but smile at the sight of her husband and son, their bond evident even in this brief moment. She knew that once they brought a puppy into the mix, their family would be complete.

Toto slowly extracted himself from Jack's embrace, ruffling his hair affectionately.

"But there are some conditions," he said firmly, his tone serious.

Jack looked up at his father, his expression a mixture of curiosity and wariness. "Conditions?" he asked, his voice a little quieter than before.

Toto nodded, his expression still stern. "Yes, conditions. If we're going to have a puppy, there are certain things we need to take into consideration."

Jack nodded, his eyes wide and intently fixed on his father. "Like what?" he asked, his voice a little meek.

Toto ticked off the conditions on his fingers as he spoke.

"First, we need to decide on a breed that fits our lifestyle. We can't have a high-energy dog that we can't keep up with."

He paused for a moment before continuing. "Second, you'll need to help take care of the puppy. That means feeding, walking, and cleaning up after it."

Jack nodded vigorously, his expression determined. "I can do that! I promise!"

Toto chuckled softly, impressed by his son's determination and acceptance of the conditions.

He looked at his wife, who smiled warmly at him, then back at his son, his heart feeling a mix of amusement and affection.

"Yes, that's all," he answered, his voice soft. "If you're still willing to accept those conditions, we'll consider getting a puppy."

As Toto spoke, Jack's expression slowly shifted from determination to excitement. He looked up at his father, barely able to contain himself.

"So that means we can get a puppy now?" he asked, his voice hopeful.

Toto chuckled, shaking his head indulgently. "Not just yet, maybe tomorrow" he replied, his tone gentle.

A few weeks had passed since the discussions had concluded, and the day finally arrived when they would bring home their new puppy. Jack was practically vibrating with excitement, his face pressed against the car window as they made their way home.

Finally, they arrived at their house, and Jack all but pounced out of the car, running towards the front door. Toto and his wife followed more leisurely, their hearts filled with equal measures of anticipation and amusement.

When they entered the house, Jack froze in his tracks, his eyes widening at the sight in the living room. There, sitting in the middle of the room, was a small, fuzzy puppy, its wagging tail a blur.

Jack stared at the puppy in awe, barely able to speak. "Is… is that for me?" he asked, his voice soft and trembling with emotion.

Toto chuckled, ruffling his son's hair affectionately. "That's right. That's your new best friend."

Jack slowly made his way towards the puppy, his steps hesitant yet eager. The puppy looked up at him with curious eyes, its little tail still wagging excitedly.

Jack knelt down in front of the puppy, slowly holding out his hand. The puppy sniffed his hand curiously, then licked it, causing Jack to giggle happily.

"Can I hold it?" he asked, looking up at his parents with wide, pleading eyes.

Toto chuckled, his expression fond as he watched his son interact with the puppy. "Of course," he replied, his voice soft.

Jack carefully scooped up the puppy in his arms, cradling it against his chest like a precious treasure. The puppy wriggled a little, settling into a comfortable position in Jack's embrace, its eyes drifting closed in contentment.

Jack looked up at his parents, a huge grin on his face. "I love him already," he whispered, his voice filled with awe and affection.

Jack wandered into the garage, the puppy trotting after him on its little legs. The puppy looked curiously around the unfamiliar surroundings, its eyes wide and curious.

Jack settled down against a wall, leaning back against the cool, smooth surface, and patted his lap, gesturing for the puppy to come closer. The puppy obeyed, clambering up onto Jack's lap and nestling in comfortably.

Toto entered the garage, a fond smile on his face as he watched the interaction between his son and the puppy. Toto leaned against a workbench, folding his arms across his chest as he observed Jack and the puppy. The puppy had completely relaxed in Jack's lap, its head resting on the boy's thigh. It looked up at Jack with adoring eyes, its tail thumping quietly against the ground.

Jack was completely enamoured, his eyes fixated on the puppy in his lap. He stroked the puppy's soft fur gently, murmuring to it softly. Toto shook his head slightly, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "You two are quite the pair already," he commented, his voice filled with amusement.

Jack looked up at his father, his expression filled with joy. "Scout's so soft," he whispered, still stroking the puppy's fur. "And he's so smart. He learns things quickly."

The puppy looked up at Toto, its eyes seeming to sparkle with a hint of mischief.

“Papa, can we go out and play? Maybe me and Scout can find Leo.” Jack asked.

“Sure, buddy. But please watch out and be careful.”

Jack and the puppy were out and exploring the paddock. Suddenly, they heard the sound of playful barking and saw Roscoe and Leo running towards them.

Roscoe and Leo bounded over to Scout and Jack, their tails wagging happily. The three dogs sniffed each other curiously, tails wagging in a friendly greeting.

Lewis and Charles watched as their dogs interacted with Jack and the puppy, a mix of amusement and fondness on their faces. Lewis chuckled softly as he watched Roscoe playfully pounce on the puppy, while Charles watched as Leo and the puppy sniffed each other curiously.

"Looks like they're already forming a pack," Lewis commented, grinning as he watched the dogs playfully wrestle together.

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y/n_user Say hello to our newest member in the Wolff family, his name's Scout Wolff

mercedesamgf1 Hello fur boss

user1 SCOUTS SO CUTE !!!

user2 New bestfr

user4 this is adorable

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mercedesamgf1 🐺's better y/n_user Thanks admin redbullracing 🐂's better scuderiaferrari 🐎's better

carmenmmundt bring him to the race, wifey 🤩

lilymhe and I will bring my kids too, wifey 😚 alex_albon yours? kids?? wifey??? y/n_user yes, and 🤨 that's my wives right there! mercedesamgf1 wives? Liebe, we need to talk - toto wolff lewishamilton last time I checked I went to y/n's wedding only, not sure who she got married to

landonorris when can I visit Scout

y/n_user anytime little lando norris 🤭 oscarpiastri CAN you adopt me so that I can have Austria as my home race to🥺 y/n_user where can I sign ��🏻 oscar piastri-leclerc-wolff has a nice ring to it mercedesamgf1 Liebe? We have our child already? - toto wolff y/n_user the more the merrier AND give the acc back to the poor admin pls

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y/n_user Studied so hard so Daddy took us to the beach 🌊

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mirohlayo · 1 year ago

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Hi could you write how F1 drivers would react to reader being really shy and blushing all the time?

Thank you!!

Hello !! This request is cute, so here's the cutest thing I've ever written (I think?)

F1 DRIVERS AND YOU

BEING REALLY SHY

( include piastri, norris, leclerc, sainz, hamilton, george, verstappen & ricciardo )

warning : none just reader being shy and a blushing mess

note : f1 is coming back and i think i'm gonna scream because hell i can't wait

─ OSCAR PIASTRI

this boy is a bit like you and it's one of the reason you're genuinely yourself around him. he's humble and also shy, well he gets shy easily, but seeing you mirror his personality is probably one of his favorite thing in the world. sometimes it's you who make him all shy, then he became a blushing mess. and when it's not you then it's oscar, who absolutely melt at your shyness and the way you become red in a second. maybe you find it embarrassing but it's just precious to him. it's you, and it's perfect.

─ LANDO NORRIS

lando is such an extrovert and sassy boy. that's why it was uncommon for him to meet such a shy and timid person like you. but as the time goes on he started to completely fall in love with this side of you. he finds it adorable, the way you always blush because you're too shy to properly say something. it's so cute. he thinks the subtle tint of pink on your cheeks is the cutest thing he has ever seen. but he knows sometimes it's hard for you to get comfortable, so he often helps you when you need some help and reassurance.

─ CHARLES LECLERC

boy absolutely adores you. he's obsessed with the way you blush very fast, it's one of the things he adds on his list of favorite things he loves about you. sometimes, he would make fun of you, seeing you blushing and start to stay quiet because you're in your shy mood. but it's always in an affectionate way, he'll never make you feel sad or uncomfortable. he knows the limits. it's teasing but yet he can't help it, he'll never get tired of your cuteness.

─ CARLOS SAINZ

he didn't really know how to react at first. or how to act. he's not so comfortable with shy people. but he learned to love and appreciate you. you being yourself. now he would be lying if he said he doesn't like how your cheeks turn red so easily. it's new to him but he's so interested in you. he loves you the way you are. he likes to scan and examine you and your gestures, how you react. because then he learns about it and after he knows how to act so as not to rush you. he wants to take time to get to know the shy but adorable you.

─ LEWIS HAMILTON

the purest boy with the purest person ever. which is you. this man is so mature and he can definitely say you're the shyer person he knows. and that blushing is now something normal for you. you keep blushing all day, it became an obsession for lewis because damn he can't get enough of this cute picture of you. plus with your shy personality it's impossible for him to not adore you. and love you. every day he gets the chance to see you like that and he always asks for more, because he swears his heart beats faster when he's the one making you blush hard.

─ GEORGE RUSSEL

boy is so funny over this. i think he would more tease you than actually cherish you being all shy. but it's love teasing, he loves to keep pointing at your shyness and your blushing face because deep down his heart begs to see you like that. he tries to play it cool, but he would never tell you that he feels himself melt down a bit every time you're shy with him. like he's completely yours but you're still hesitant about things and he finds it adorable. because he'll always let you do anything with him. just ask him, you'll see.

─ MAX VERSTAPPEN

he's definitely not the best at it but he truly shows you how he cares about you being so shy. when you have trouble to talk or ask for something he's always here to help you. because ain't no way his precious girl goes through that kind of stress alone. also you have this habit of covering your face when you blush because you find it a bit embarrassing. but max always takes off your hands over your face when you're hiding because he thinks it's so cute and adorable, the pink color on your cheeks. definitely adorable.

─ DANIEL RICCIARDO

poor boy was so lost. his goofy extrovert person didn't know how to act with such a shy and timid person like you. like for real he didn't know how to not mess up everything. but as the time goes on he gets more and more comfortable. he puts so much effort into your relationship, he really doesn't want to lose you or push you to far. and then when you finally opened up to him, when your shyness fades away a bit, oh his heart didn't survives how he made you blush like crazy. it is the prettiest thing ever to him. and he'll also get a silly nickname for you. just to tease you yeah.

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nottivagos · 1 month ago

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notti's nightly thoughts (18+)

an: there's just something about thinking that trophy partner!charles was originally a stripper that's haunting me right now.

just imagine you're lounging in the dimly lit club, eyes glued to charles as he dances around the slick pole in the middle of the space like the bitch he is. in red lingerie, the red lace hugging his hips ever so dangerously. there's sweat clinging to his brown curls, making it stick to his forehead ever so slightly. the sight is absolutely alluring, the man in front of you stunning as he continues to move to the beat.

you smirk as you make eye contact with him, raising your glass in the air with silent approval. charles’s breath hitches, despite knowing he has an audience all he can fantasise is what it would be like to sit on your lap like the pretty little prince that he is. there's something about you that's different than his other clients.

you smirk to yourself, watching how charles keeps his eyes stuck on you. your sips on your drink deliberately slow, smug smirk plastered across your lips as he glides off of his podium, making his way over to you. you smile as he comes to straddle your lap, your fingers coming to graze over the collar on his neck, making him shudder with a sudden surge of pleasure.

"you're beautiful," you mumble into his ear briefly. "gorgeous in this lingerie," you add, trailing your fingertips across the lace covering his hardening bulge, "maybe if you're a good boy and dance pretty like you are now, i'll buy you some more."

charles took that as a dare. he slid off of your lap with a new found confidence, hips moving in an intoxicating rhythm, matching the sultry tempo of the song blaring in the club. you couldn't help but smile to yourself as you watched him obey you ever so easily, the way that his green eyes fixated on you as he made any dance in the direction of his little crowd.

"he's such a good boy for me, isn't he?" you chuckled to another patron next to you, sipping on your drink again. "gonna have him all to myself," you added lowly, eyes darker and hungrier.

charles gulped as he watched your dark eyes again. for some reason he felt drawn to you, a desire churning in his stomach to be used but cherished by you. to let you put a chain on his collar and call him your good boy, whilst smothering him in love and affection he desperately craved.

at this point, you were the only person charles cared about in that audience. he made his way over to you again, uncaring about the other kingpins that wanted to sink their teeth into them. sitting on your lap again, his hips rolled, groaning as he rubbed his clothed erection against you.

"such a needy little thing for me, aren't you?" you whispered hotly against his ear. "and you haven't even told me your name yet."

"it's charles, madame," he whined. green eyes wide and fixated on you as hot ragged breaths fanned across your face.

"well, charles." you spoke, letting his name roll off of your tongue. "aren't you a good boy for me?" you asked, squeezing his cheeks together as you cupped his jaw, "such a needy slut for me in front of all these people. makes me want to keep you forever, just to annoy them."

charles’s breath caught in his throat as he looked down at you, in a daze under the club lights. "and why don't you?" he breathed, rutting against you.

your eyebrow raised at the challenge. you hummed to yourself, finger coming to hook the metal ring of his collar. "maybe i will," you shrugged, your lips dangerously close to his own as you pressed his bare, toned front into your clothed front.

charles knew he should've moved away in that moment, but letting your words linger in his mind kept him glued to your lap. your spare hand trailed down to his hardened length confined by the crimson lace wrapped around his hips, sliding underneath the elastic slowly. charles bit his lip as your thumb found his angry tip, smearing the messy pre-cum around his shaft, causing a wet patch to form on the crotch of his underwear.

"that's better," you hummed against his face. "now everyone here can know how hard i make you. how messy you are for me even though you haven't even known me for more than fifteen minutes," you smirked again, eyes glimmering as you teased him even more. "it makes me wonder of what you'd actually be like if you were mine, charles."

charles groaned again, each word that came out of your mouth like a drug to him. he shudders, the intensity of your fingers on his burning skin enough to make him break in your grasp. "but i want you to jerk me off," his whispered, soft eyes glossing over your facial features. "please, i'll end early. i just need you. fuck everyone else here," he added desperately.

you chuckled darkly at his pleads. "you really are a perverted stripper, aren't you?" you smirked, "needing a patron to jerk you off that badly. must be touch deprived and sex starved to need someone that badly," you snorted.

"please," he whined.

"later." your tone was dark, commanding even. "go finish your act like this," you explained, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, "i'm enjoying seeing you suffer with that problem of your's."

"fine," he complied, slowly sliding off of your lap. "but after this, come meet me in room 16. i want to get to know you better," charles whispered into your ear, before going back to his pole, erection fully on display for everyone to see.

and you just rested comfortably back into the plush of the booth, smugly knowing that you'd sunk your claws into the gem of a man who'd already become utterly enamoured by you. <3

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leclerity · 11 months ago

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that's who i'm racing for

Charles Leclerc x Fiance!Reader count: 1k words summary: Charles and you talk before a big race, sad because you're having to call instead of sleeping in the same bed. a/n: it sounds like angst but it's mostly fluff. i promise!

If you’re not in bed, by his side, he will call you before every race. He likes to say that not hearing your voice lull him to sleep brings bad luck, and that’s the one thing he won’t risk. You’re convinced it’s just a nice little gesture, but you cherish it nonetheless.

“Baby,” Charles mumbles into the phone, looking at the camera with weary eyes. “Turn your light on. I want to see you.”

“It’s late. I’m heading to bed, too.”

“I know, but I miss your face.”

You know he can see you as well as you can see him—the light from your phones is bright enough—but you turn on your bedside lap, anyway. “Happy?”

“Much happier.” Charles shifts around until his hands are wedged under his pillow and he’s staring at the phone with a lovey-dovey smile. “I can’t believe you had to stay at home.”

“Duty calls,” you say.

“I should be your duty.”

“You will be. Soon enough.”

“Show me.”

Dutifully, you bring up your hand, moving it so that the diamond ring is visible over the camera, as butterflies fill your stomach. It’s been months, yet you’re still not used to it – you don’t think you’ll ever get used to it, it’ll just have one more ring added to it.

“Ah, I can’t wait for you to be mine,” he says.

“I’m already yours.”

“Not officially. And you’re not here.”

You turn the light off, knowing he’s seen what he wanted to see, but your smile still shows on the screen. “I know. I’ll be there for the next race, I promise.”

“The bed feels empty without you, you know,” he murmurs. “Without my fiance.”

“I’ll warm it up soon enough.”

“You better.”

You hear him playing music in the background – sometimes he does that when he can’t fall asleep, when you’re not there. Your heart tugs at its strings but there’s nothing you can do. His eyes are getting heavier, even though he’s trying to keep them open to look at you, and you can tell that he’s not far out from completely falling asleep.

You decide to take the initiative. “I’ll head to bed, I think.”

“You’re only saying that because I’m tired.”

“Maybe,” you say. “Does it make a difference?”

Charles thinks about it. “No. But I wish we didn’t have to sleep apart.”

“I know. Me too. But you need your sleep, my love.”

“I know, I know… I’d just rather be with you.”

“Me, too.”

He looks at you and you see his face soften, even with all the tiredness. His hair is messy and falling over his eyes, a far cry from how he likes to present himself, but this is how you like him best – at his most genuine, most vulnerable. Where he’s not the driver, the Monegasque, but just Charles.

Just yours.

He sighs. “Oh, what would I do to sleep in your arms tonight…”

You feel the pain in his voice as if it were your own. “I’m sorry, baby.”

“Don’t apologise. Don’t even think it’s your fault.”

The thing he won’t admit, not to himself and let alone to you—but you can see it—is the reason why he’s still up, way past his bedtime on race day. It’s almost halfway through the season and he’s doing good in the standings, and maybe Ferrari’s luck will turn for the better this year, but Lando’s right behind him and the race tomorrow has to be good if he wants things to stay this way.

The pressure is intense. You can see it in the weariness under his eyes, in the way he’s felt just a little bit aloof in the past week, especially since he landed in Spain. It breaks your heart to watch him like this and not be able to hug him, to hold him, to kiss the fear away.

So you fluff up your pillow and lie down, propping the phone up against what is usually Charles’s pillow. “We can pretend I’m there.”

“How?”

“Stay on call. Fall asleep together. I’ll hear you snoring and it’ll be like I’m there.”

“I don’t snore,” he says, but you can tell that his voice has picked up a little. “Okay. Just falling asleep?”

“Yeah. It’s late.”

You wait as he props the phone up, too, and the camera is half-covered by the pillow, but you don’t say anything. You can just about make out his hair and his eyes, even with his mouth out of sight.

He’s beautiful, no matter what, and you can’t wait to be finally his in every way that matters.

“You’re going to have an amazing race tomorrow, mon cheri.”

Charles kisses his finger then presses it to the camera, whispering sweet nothings to you in French. You feel yourself drifting off, but stay up—just in case—until you hear the familiar snoring, and you were right – it’s almost like you’re right there, right next to him.

When you close your eyes, you can still hear him snoring, and you find that you can easily pretend that you’ll touch him if you just reach over. Sleep takes you with your hand stretched out, lulled into dreams by your fiance’s snoring, and maybe the world won’t fall apart just because you’re not together.

You wake up and he’s gone, the call has ended, but there’s a text message thanking you for last night and telling you how much it helped give him a good night’s sleep, and how much he can’t wait to get back to you on Monday.

Later, some half an hour before the race, you get another text from him: 72 days until you’re mine. That’s who I’m racing for.

You clutch your phone to your chest, praying to all the gods you do and don’t believe it to keep him safe. To let him win without having to sacrifice anything. To bring him home safe, to you in one piece.

Soon enough, you’ll be lying in bed together, falling asleep with your arms wrapped around each other until it gets too hot, and just a little after that, you’ll be doing so while sharing the Leclerc name.

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc x reader #formula 1 rpf #formula 1 fanfic #f1 rpf #charles leclerc imagine #m.fic #this was meant to be fully fluffy so i apologise #but it's a lot fluffier than my usual stuff!!!#i pinky promise more fluff is coming #charles leclerc angst #charles leclerc fluff

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cryptictongues · 3 months ago

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Manifesting a Valentine

pairing: Logan Howlett x Reader rating: PG-13 (mildly) word count: 2.6K summary: You wonder what Logan is to you. Whitney Houston manifests that answer for you. warnings: this is just straight up fluff, gender-neutral reader, kissing

This is my piece for the Loveuary Writing Challenge created by @lubdubology and @yxtkiwiyxt, which was a wonderful thing they both set up. I got assigned 2000s Logan with the song 'I Will Always Love You' by Whitney Houston. I had a lot of fun writing this, especially since I took a different approach to it. All I will say is my inspiration was this video right here.

Enjoy!

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There is dust dancing in the air, swirling in the fumes of disinfectant. They float and falter, only to seemingly disintegrate as they hit the wooden floor. There are piles of clothes, some in need of folding and some waiting to take a ride in the washing machine. Papers and books are pushed into a corner, waiting to return as you organize your writing utensils and silly trinkets.

You need to stop pushing off the task of cleaning your room, but it can’t be helped. Juggling being a teacher to a multitude of students and going on missions for Charles as an X-Man, your free time is slim to none. By the time the day is over, all you want to do is flop onto your bed and sleep until morning breaks. The idea of being more productive than you already were was exhausting to think about.

Yet here you are on a Friday evening, Walkman blasting music into your headphones as you run the rag across your desk, the wood sparkling from cleaner that smelled of citrus.

A hodgepodge of tunes played one after the other as the CD spun, all being love songs for the season of February. Some were simply romantic and joyous, while others played the melancholiest of sounds. It didn’t matter what kind of love song it was; you loved them all.

Valentine's Day was always a holiday you adored. Growing up, your family would always use it as an excuse to get together. While it has always been viewed as a time for romance, your family saw it as a time to celebrate the familial side of love. It created a cherished feeling for the season, especially with having a family that loved you no matter what. Even when all you saw was romance, your heart was happy.

At least, that was the case until a certain man came into the forefront of your existence.

Logan Howlett was something else. The first time you saw him, he was walking down the hall with the Professor getting the grand tour. You didn’t think someone could look so attractive in a jacket with the school emblem on it, but damn. The skin that pulled against his exposed collar bones made you want to sink your teeth into him.

It started as a small crush for a while. Even as an adult, you’ve always been fairly reserved around people unfamiliar to you. So, like a fly on the wall, you would look from afar, studying him closely. You would drink him in as he made himself more comfortable and it wasn’t until you accidentally made eye contact with him that your lives started to tightly intertwine.

You could feel your face heat up as you thought about how close you two have gotten. You wouldn’t say the two of you are inseparable, but it’s pretty damn close. Every time you come back from an errand, he is there waiting for you. Every morning, he is waiting for you in the kitchen to have breakfast together. Most evenings after the school day is done, he is meeting with you in your room to enjoy his cigar while you wind down with your secret stash of wine. It's become apparent to you that you are his go to, and it would be a lie to say he isn’t yours as well. You enjoy his company, which has transformed your feelings into something far greater.

You wouldn’t know what to call your relationship with him. You know it’s nothing super serious, but you feel the potential for it to be. You see how different he is with you; how his crass attitude seems to change into something much more sincere and open. You think he is much like you; the more he opens up, the more he shows he cares. Even so, you aren’t sure he would allow himself to indulge in the idea of belonging to someone.

The thought alone dampers your mood slightly, causing your shoulders to sag. As much as you love this time of the year, having Logan so close yet not quite in your grasp makes your heart crazed. You crave his companionship, and��oh what you wouldn’t give to have it.

You wonder if he has Valentine's Day plans but knowing him you highly doubt it. You’d bet money that he doesn't even know the 14th is tomorrow, the days and months meshing together. Maybe you’ll do something for him anyways, like buy him some quality cigars or good whiskey to hide with your stash of alcohol. Maybe you could run out tonight and grab something.

In the midst of your thoughts, you hear Whitney Houston’s rich voice travel through your ears, causing you to perk up.

“Oh yes!” You whisper with excitement. “I haven’t heard this song in a while.”

You twirl over to your door, cracking it to help air out the fumes of disinfectant and wood polish. You grab the broom and start to sweep, humming along to the song until it’s too hard to resist opening your mouth.

“And IIIIIII will always love youuuuu,” you sing out, enunciating Whitney’s range as you brush away the remnants of dust and junk that found itself stranded on the floor.

There was something about this song that always drew you in. It’s a love song, yet it’s bittersweet. It’s a song that truly encapsulates loving someone so much that you must set them free. Maybe you love it because it’s a way for you to empathize, or it’s preparing you for the day you may have to let someone go with love. A small part of your mind wonders if you are already doing that with Logan, but it quickly vanishes; it’s just you and Whitney.

You can’t help but sing into the broom, dancing in circles that slightly scatter your dust bunny piles, but you could care less. When the sax solo plays, you hold the broom up front with fingers moving sporadically along the wooden handle. You make noises trying to replicate the sound of the alto, dipping back and forth recreating movements you’ve seen saxophone players make. You’re in the zone now; immersed in a dream as you sing along without a care in the world. Little did you know, there was someone watching you from your door.

Soon enough, you find yourself on your bed, broom being held like a mic stand, dipping down into a low bow before the climax of the song hits. You take a deep breath, preparing to unleash the iconic phrase and pitch from past your lips.

“AND IIIIIIIIIIIII EEEEEEE IIIIIIII WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOOOUUUUU,” your back goes back in an arch, lungs working overtime as air rushes out. You can’t hear yourself, and you know rather than the beautiful sound of Whitney Houston, you probably sound insane. You didn’t care though.

Well, you didn’t until your eyes landed on your now closed door, a body leaning against it with a smug grin on the face of the person who has infiltrated every part of your daily life.

Oh God… Logan…

“So, this is what you’ve been up to all evening.”

The broom drops from your hands, falling to the floor with a clank as your embarrassment permeates the room.

“Um… how long have you been standing there?”

He pushes off the door, hands behind his back as he continues towards you. “Long enough to see that stellar sax solo of yours.”

If your face could get redder, you’d be a maraschino cherry.

“So stellar in fact, I think I need a listen.”

“I’m not performing for you again,” you huff. “This is so embarrassing.”

“While I’d love to see and hear you again, I was talking about what you were listening to, sweetheart.”

You pause, looking at him confused. “You’ve never heard of Whitney Houston’s ‘I Will Always Love You’?”

“Should I?”

“Um yes!” You proclaim, arms shooting up into the air. “It’s one of the best love songs ever written and performed! Are you telling me you don’t listen to music?”

He is standing in front of you, and he’s tall enough to be leveled with your chest. His face tilts up, and you can’t help but notice the way he’s looking at you: both light-hearted and full of adoration that shows through the crows feet. It makes your heart race.

“Not many love songs play in a dingy, underground fighting ring,” he grins, raspy tone pleasant to your ears. “Come on, sit down. Give me a listen.”

You hear rustling behind him but quickly shift attention when he sits down, putting whatever’s in his hands out of your line of sight. You move to sit down beside him, removing your Walkman from the pouch on your hip. Your left leg is almost touching his right one, the heat begging to transfer with one touch. You remove your headphones, moving to put them over Logan’s ears, the band pressing down the points of his hair.

You giggle at this. “There go your cat ears.”

You go to shift the track back, and as you get ready to hit play, you feel a cushioned headphone against your ear. You turn and Logan’s face is very close to yours.

“What are you doing, Logan?”

“About to give this song you love so much a listen, but I want you to listen with me.” He smirks. “Is that okay, sweetheart?”

He’s going to be the end of me. What’s with him tonight?

You can’t speak so you nod, pressing play to let the song take its form. His eyes closed as he listened, allowing you to watch his facial movements as he reacted. You could see every crease and divot shift as he listened intently. You looked for key reactions during certain parts of the song, your lips quirking up when a smile appeared on his face.

A chuckle rumbles from his chest when the saxophone solo starts, your eyebrow raising in response. “What’s so funny?”

He doesn’t answer, just shakes his head as the song enters the third verse. You see him lock in, smile fading slightly as the song rolls on. You wonder what he’s thinking; what is Whitney telling him? It isn’t until she belts out the final chorus that his smile returns tenfold, making the butterflies fluttering in your belly go crazy.

The song fades out, and before the next track can play you press pause. There is a beat of silence before you pull away from the headphone, looking at Logan with a curiosity to know what his brain is churning.

“Soooo, what do you think?”

Logan looks to ponder, his fingers messing with the hem of your shirt. You feel the rough skin of his fingertips graze your tummy ever so slightly, causing a shiver to run down your spine. This moment is so intimate and for the first time you are seeing a vulnerability that Logan has never expressed before.

“I think…” he draws out, eyes lifting to meet yours. “I think I understand why you danced like no one’s watching, especially during the sax solo.”

You groan, face going into your hands with words muffled as he laughs. “You are so unserious. That’s all you got from this?”

“Oh, trust me. I got a lot more than you probably bargained for.”

You peek from between your fingers, hands becoming hot from the blood rush in your cheeks. You feel his hands wrap around your wrists, pulling your hands into his. “Did you know there is a Wolverine Alto Saxophone?”

You gawk at him, pushing against his hands playfully. “You’re so full of shit.”

“They don’t make them anymore. Fairly rare and a little hot headed but…” Logan brings both your hands to your hips, his own flipping on top with a slight grip that causes you to squeeze your flesh. “I’m sure the right player could handle it just fine.”

“Logan, are you flirting with me?” Your heart is racing, your mind controlling its speed as it goes 100 miles per second.

“Is it working?”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Because if it is, I think you should play me sometime.”

Your breath comes out shaky, nerves racking your body. This is the closest you have ever been to being with him. You are so close to having an answer as to what you two are; what you two could be. You wonder what has gotten into him. What pushed this on?

A laugh comes from under your breath. “You are something else, you know that?”

“Hmm,” he hums, moving closer to you so his face is mere inches from yours. “What can I say? I can’t help myself.”

“Is that so? And why is that?” You challenge, hoping for him to say what you want to hear.

“I’ve got someone in my life who likes to press my buttons without even trying, and I think I wanna start pressing theirs too.”

“Wow,” you breathe out. “You’re good.”

“Yeah? Then show me.” His lips are almost on yours, a smirk plastered on his kissable lips. “Show me how good I am.”

You nod, leaning fully in to press your lips to his. He groans against your mouth; a sound so delightful it makes your skin raise. You remove your hands from under his, moving to his biceps to ground yourself. You can finally feel his grip on you, and it’s secure. He kisses you with a purpose, his movements precise, and it draws you in. It creates a gravitational pull between the two of you, your hands pulling on him and his own pulling your hips. Next thing you know, he is almost on top of you.

“Mmm,” he purrs. “You taste so sweet, baby.”

You pull away slightly, his lips chasing yours for a moment before you steady him. “Yeah? Well, you’re fun to play.”

His shoulders shake as he chuckles, going in for another round before he pauses. “Before I forget…”

He sits back up, reaching behind him as he grabs something that crinkles. You try to peek over his shoulder, curiosity getting the better of you, only for him to face you once more. Your eyes go wide as you see the bouquet of daisies in his hand, white tissue wrapping keeping them together.

You are in awe. You can’t remember the last time someone got you flowers. “These are for me?”

“They sure are,” He smiles with crinkled eyes. “Had to get flowers for my Valentine.”

You look down bashfully, tongue drawing over your lower lip, tasting remnants that are so him. “I didn’t think you’d care about Valentine’s Day.”

“You said you love Valentine’s Day. Seems right to celebrate my baby’s favorite time of the year.”

My baby…

He hands you the flowers, and you cradle them in your arms. They are lively and simply beautiful; a fresh, sweet scent floating up to your nose. Everything about this moment is sweet, and the flowers make it even sweeter.

“Soooo,” you draw out. “Does this mean you want to make things official?”

“Official?” He takes the flowers from your hands gently, placing them on the floor before pulling you onto his lap. You yelp as he squeezes you to him, vibrating with the urgency to be close. “I sure like the sound of that.”

You lean your head against his shoulder, feeling yet another wave of shyness at how he holds and looks at you. It’s something new, and it blossoms in your chest as he slowly rocks you with kisses against the side of your face. All you can think is that you love him, and you can’t help but think he loves you too.

Thank God for love and Thank God for Whitney Houston.

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remyfire · 4 months ago

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You know what I'm tender about? This moment of character development for Margaret ultimately hinged on the fact that, A, Hawkeye was gone, and B, BJ was there.

Even though by this point, Margaret and Hawkeye are beginning to become friends, I don't think she would have allowed herself to be so vulnerable as to extend an invitation to spend time together if he had been in camp. Not only do they still have a mountain of past baggage to work through, but she knows Hawk too well. He would've made some kind of teasing, innuendo-laden quip and she would have balked and retreated. However, BJ is a safer bet. He and Margaret don't have that long year of torment and harassment hanging over their heads the way she did with Hawk and Trapper. Even still, if Hawkeye had been there, then BJ would have immediately let him take the lead of the conversation, and again, Margaret would have fled. And if Charles had been alone here, then I believe Margaret would have second guessed her invitation. She's still a married person, after all, and he is not, so in her mind they really should not be spending time together with no one else.

But BJ is different. He's the one who gives her a grin and a wave in parting whereas Charles doesn't give Margaret a second glance. When she calls out to them, he's the one who keeps his tone light and his smile easy. He's the one who speaks for him and Charles rather than letting any kind of awkward silence linger that might cause Margaret to withdraw. He stays so open and amiable and, though visibly confused, is still open to whatever this strange change in Margaret is. With very little effort at all, he makes Margaret feel so at ease. If he hadn't been there and if Hawkeye hadn't been called away, who knows how long it would have taken for Margaret to be brave enough to open herself up for the possibility of rejection? And if she hadn't had this fledgling moment of friendship met with such warmth, who knows how long Margaret might've been satisfied living off the crumbs of affection from a husband who never cherished her like she deserved?

#realizations that made me so tender a few days ago and had me wibbly as fuck #idk if this will be affecting to anybody else because the importance of margaret and bj's friendship is often overlooked #but i needed to yodel about it anyway because i've been aching about it for days #margaret houlihan #bj hunnicutt #m*a*s*h #mashposting #mashblogging #temporary duty #s6e22 #margbeej

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sunny44 · 1 year ago

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Joker

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Max and the others celebrate the end of the racing season at a club. And obviously he and Y/n will discuss.

The pulsating music filled the club, creating an upbeat atmosphere as Max, Charles, Carlos, Lando, Daniel, Pierre and Y/n celebrated the end of the racing season. The dance floor was crowded with people having fun, and the group found a quieter corner to chat and enjoy the night.

Max, always the joker of the group, couldn't resist making a tasteless joke that ended up irritating me for how inappropriate it was. I shot him a furious look and began expressing how idiotic that joke was.

"Max, you have no limits, seriously!" I complained, crossing my arms indignantly. "You have no idea how inappropriate that joke is."

Max just smiled, seemingly unconcerned with my reaction. He was used to the love-hate game they played.

"Oh, come on, sweetheart. You know I can't resist a good joke.” he said, trying to calm the situation.

"But there's a limit, you have to stop with these senseless things in public, someday someone's going to hear and not like it at all. We might understand your sense of humor but eventually..."

But before she could continue complaining, Max interrupted her with a sudden kiss. He pulled me closer, silencing any protest she might have had.

Surprised by the unexpected gesture, she was momentarily speechless. But soon she surrendered to the kiss, setting aside her initial irritation.

Meanwhile, the other members of the group watched the scene with amused smiles. Charles laughed and shook his head, accustomed to the peculiar interactions between Max and me.

"These two will never change, will they?" Carlos commented, raising his drink to toast the couple.

Lando nodded, agreeing with his friend. "That's what makes life interesting. Never a dull moment with them around."

“They say they hate each other but they can’t be apart for too long.”

“That's built-up horniness, they need to get laid.” Pierre said.

“And what made you think they haven’t yet?”

“I’m sure they already have.” Carlos says.

“I’ll ask.” Lando says waiting for them to come back.

Daniel and Pierre just smiled, enjoying the relaxed atmosphere of the night. They were happy to be there together, celebrating the end of an intense racing season.

As the kiss between Max and me continued, we gradually pulled away, smiling at each other as if we had shared a funny secret.

"You're impossible, Max.” I said, shaking my head with a mixture of exasperation and affection.

"But you love me anyway.” he replied, winking at me with a mischievous smile.

I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help but laugh. After all, it was hard to resist Max's irresistible charm, even when he was being annoying.

“I have something to ask.” Lando says as they get close to them.

“What?” Max asked hugging her from behind.

“Have you guys fucked yet?”

“What kinda questions is that?”

“Yes.” They answer at the same time.

“You are so indiscreet.” She says.

“Oh cmon, no one is a virgin anymore.”

“But yeah, we fucked. Why you want to know?”

“Just curious.”

“Really? Or you want to participate next time?” Max asked.

“I mean, look at your girlfriend.”

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Well than you won’t mind me asking her out right?” Lando says coming to get her hand and Max pushed her back.

“Get your hands off my girlfriend.” We stated laughing.

And so, the night at the club continued, full of laughter, jokes, and memories that we would cherish forever in our hearts. After all, that's what made life exciting: the moments shared with those we love.

Bonus scene!

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“We for sure know how to party”

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swiftiethatlovesf1 · 10 months ago

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From red to golden p.1

Hii this is part 1 of this story, if you enjoy it please comment who would you like the reader to end up with :). I don't have anything against Charles this is just fiction and I needed a bad guy.

You knew he was trouble long before you met him. The prince of Monaco, they called him, his reputation preceding him like a shadow. Stories of his charm and his ability to break hearts travelled through whispers and warnings, but you thought you’d be different. You thought you could handle it. You were a fool for thinking so.

The night you met was a fairytale in the making. Monaco’s glittering lights reflected off your best dress, a deep, seductive red that later became a private joke between you two—matching his team’s colours. What you didn’t know then was how well the red lipstick stains you would later find on his cheeks would match the ones on your heart.

You fell in love with him faster than his Ferrari could race. Nights with him were filled with passion, with extravagant trips and presents that made you feel like the only girl in the world. “Mon coeur,” he used to call you, whispering sweet promises in your ear. Loving him was like plunging into the ocean’s depths without knowing how to swim, trusting in his assurances and his promises of forever.

But soon, the fairytale began to unravel. Fighting him was like battling a storm; the truth was elusive, hidden beneath layers of lies. Each argument ended with more questions than answers, and his sweet words turned bitter.

Losing him was like getting lost in your own hometown, where every familiar sight now felt foreign and cold. The places that once held cherished memories became reminders of what you’d lost. Regretting him was like wishing you had never discovered a new, enchanting world, knowing you’d never walk in it again.

Charles changed you and made you question your loyalties, yourself and your love, but everything changed when he walked into your life. You once believed love was red but now that you've met him it's golden.

Here's part 2

#f1 #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you

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idkwhatimdoinghere1655 · 1 year ago

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❤️Valentine - Charles Leclerc

'It don't matter be combative or be sweet cherry pie, it don't matter just as long as I get all you tonight'

Valentines day. The one day a year that all couples were supposed to get along, and act like they were totally, unbelievably, undeniably in love. Throwing around the balloons, teddy bears and the chocolate eclairs around like they meant nothing, because they didn't.

What really meant something was the real love. The real love that proper couples shared on a day to day basis. That was why Valentines day wasn't really for you and Charles. You loved each other whether it was the 14th of February or not.

You didn't need one specified day a year to love each other with your heart and soul. Therefore, neither of you were really a fan of Valentines. You both felt it was a cheap shot at what love was supposed to be. It wasn't all chocolates and roses, it wasn't all hearts and cupid's arrows.

But just because it wasn't that, didn't mean it wasn't a wonderful thing that was meant to be cherished. You didn't need cards with acrostic poems or sonnets to know that you loved each other, so you never really bothered with Valentines.

This year, though, you had suggested that the two of you go out for dinner. It wasn't for any special reason, you just wanted to since you hadn't been out for dinner together in a little while. Plus, restaurants tended to be a lot nicer on Valentines Day, so it was an added incentive.

Charles had agreed without a second thought, thinking it would be nine to go out for dinner with you. To be honest, he didn't really care where you were, as long as he got to spend time with you. He could take you out, or you could kill some time, stay home.

As long as you were together, he didn't care in the slightest. You had just finished putting your heels on, ready to go for your dinner reservation at seven. Both of you had agreed to get all dressed up, just for the novelty of it.

"Ready to go?" you asked, walking out of your bedroom as you shrugged your coat onto your shoulders. As per usual, Charles was looking handsome as ever in his suit, a single red rose in his hand. "That for me or your side chick?" you laughed.

"Only for you, mon amour. Although, it was a tough choice," he quipped back, tucking the rose behind your ear. "And you look absolutely breathtaking," he complimented, looking you up and down. Of course, he always thought you were the prettiest thing to ever set foot on the earth, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it when you put in some extra effort.

Looking at you, dinner wasn't looking so appealing right now. He wanted to skip straight to the dessert.

"And you're looking rather dapper, my love," you smiled, tugging him in by his lapels for a quick kiss before starting to walk towards your front door. That was enough for him to definitely rule going to dinner as an option for tonight.

There were others on the table, well, you were the only option on the table. It didn't have to be a table, it could've been anywhere in the house, but that wasn't the point. He wanted you, and he wanted you now. "You coming?" you asked, turning to look at him as he was rooted to the spot.

Within a split second, he has rushed up to you and pinned you against the door with his body. "No, I don't think I want to," he smirked, crashing his lips down onto yours. It was easy to feel how much he wanted to keep you at home, but you still wanted to go to dinner.

"Charles, hey, come on," you said, pulling away from the kiss. The devilish smirk that was dancing on his lips told you that you were in for it, but that had never necessarily been a bad thing.

"What?" he said innocently, as if he were completely oblivious as to where you were supposed to be going.

"Love, I want dinner, I'm hungry," you told him, batting your eyelashes at him.

"Why would I need dinner when I've got a twelve course banquet standing right in front of me?" he asked as if it were a serious question. He couldn't resist kissing you again, pushing your body harder against the door with his own.

"Please, mon amour," he whined with a pout, staring deep into your eyes. They could make you melt into a puddle of nothing on the floor with a single glance, and he was very hard to resist. He'd normally do whatever you asked of him, and the same went for you, but not tonight.

"Darling come on, let's go," you dismissed, pushing him away with a gentle nudge, before slipping out of the door.

"Do I have to get on me knees and beg you to forget about dinner? Because I will," he said, leaning against the doorframe as you walked down the corridor of your apartment complex. His statement had taken you off guard, if you were being honest.

"Don't do that, let's go," you repeated, looking at him with your arms crossed in defiance.

"I know that face. You want to cave in, but you're just doing this to prove a point. You don't have to prove anything to me, my love. Now, come back here and let me show you how much I love you," he stated, extending his hand out to you.

For a moment, you just looked at him. You hated how well he knew you, but it also made you squirm slightly. He knew he'd get you at some point in the night, but he was growing more and more impatient as the time went by.

"How much you love me, huh?" you said with a cocky smirk, trying to hide your crumbling resolve.

"Yeah, get your ass over here and I'll show you," he reiterated with a charming wink.

You took one small step towards him, and that was enough for him to grab your arm and tug you back into the apartment. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it? You can be a good girl when you want to," he snickered.

"Charles, really?" you groaned, trying to bite back an embarrassed giggle as your cheeks turned red. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you as close to him as he could before slowly walking you through the apartment and towards your bedroom.

"What, mon amour?" he grinned, softly kissing you. He loved how easy it was to make you blush, and it was honestly his favourite pastime. You were nearly red as the rose tucked behind your ear as you spoke.

"You're a dick sometimes," you rolled your eyes at him.

"But you love me," he stated, since it was a fact. Yes, you loved him, even when he tried to push your buttons. If anything, that made you love him more.

"It's a good job I do," you confirmed as your back came into contact with your bedroom door.

"And I fall more in love every day, my Valentine," he said, taking one hand off you to open the door and gently nudge you inside. "Now how about less talking and more showing?" he asked, but the question was fully rhetorical.

Closing the door behind him, Charles pushed you down onto the bed and loomed over you. "More showing sounds like a great idea," you agreed, pulling him in by his lapels again to kiss him.

"Good girl," he praised, before getting lost in the kiss. Valentines was all about expressing your love, and the two of you certainly didn't need dinner for that. Not when you had each other.

A/N - Happy valentines day my loves! Whether you're spending today with a special someone or not, I hope you've had a wonderful day and love you loads! I'm sat here, with a nice glass of rhubarb and raspberry tonic, enjoying a cozy night in with a box of chocolates my dad bought for me, what about you?

This is based off of Valentine by 5SOS, and it's such a bop. Keep a look out for Lando's Valentines Special, which is all done and ready to go in an hour or two!

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mountainsoftreatos · 2 months ago

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COMPLETE! The last chapter of my DBDA fic The True Love's Kiss Curse is now posted! Thank you to the best beta reader @sprinkleki for cheering me on to the finish!

Read Chapter 6 here: Hoppily ever after

Summary -

The detectives discuss the case.

Charles and Edwin go on a date – Edwin just doesn’t know it yet.

Plus, a movie night epilogue!

Snippet from the fic under the cut -

As they continued their walk in the quiet of the night, Charles stole glances to watch Edwin beside him. Maybe they would think of this as their first date – if Charles could just get up the courage to tell Edwin how he was feeling.

He opened his mouth – this was it, it just had to be perfect – but nerves overtook him and he couldn’t get any words out. All the ways Charles could tell Edwin that he’d figured out his feelings were getting tangled up between his brain and his tongue.

Hey Edwin, you know that split second after I was unfrozen but before you turned into a frog where we were kissing? Yeah, that was pretty aces and I’d like to try that again. No.

Hey, remember when you said you were in love with me and I turned you down because I’m a complete knob? Well, it turns out I DO feel the same way, it just took being literally cursed for me to figure that out. Equally horrible.

So, you know that badger bloke who ran me through with a saber and tried to whack me with a fire poker, who you took out with your frog tongue like a fuckin’ boss? Yeah, so, when he was describing the way he loves his girlfriend, I couldn’t help thinking how much it sounded like the way I love you. Somehow worse.

No, this had to be proper romantic. That’s what Edwin deserved. He just had to think of the right words to say.

Walking next to Charles, Edwin thought about how he had always cherished these late-night strolls, just the two of them – their easy banter, the affection with which Charles would sometimes reach over to squeeze his arm, the way Charles’ shoulders would relax, tension leaving his body after a tough case. Laughing, smiling at Edwin just so, with his eyes crinkling at the corners. Whenever a conversation topic had run its course, they would slip into companionable silence for a stretch, before one of them would bring up something new to discuss.

But tonight, Charles seemed especially introspective beside him. And Edwin thought he might have deduced the cause – the cause being that they hadn’t yet discussed…

The Kiss.

The fact remained that Edwin had kissed Charles. On the lips. An intimate act.

Charles was no doubt feeling awkward about it. Edwin hoped that by clearing the air, the incident wouldn’t result in any lasting strain between them.

Read the whole chapter here!

#the true love's kiss curse #frogwin #dead boy detectives #dead boy detectives fanfiction #dead boy detectives fanfic #dbda fanfic #edwin payne #charles rowland #payneland #crystal palace #niko sasaki

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mycrofts-umbrella · 6 months ago

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Hiii! 28 fem here, I'm **not** replacing anyone, just looking for anyone who would be interested in more stories with me. I have more time to write so if you are 21+ please don't hesitate to send me a dm! Most random stuff but willing to do original characters as well! I love talking ooc, it helps keep me engaged and I love plotting and collaborating! Can do some days of rapid fire responses, other times it might take a few days. I know real life comes first and I will always be patient so no worries. Would love to hear from you!

Here are some of the fandoms with pairings/tropes I like:

**Spock/Kirk** - Wholesome sci-fi adventures, potential for shorter procedural missions, would ideally want to expand and write other members of the enterprise as needed (such as Bones, Sulu, Nyota, Chekov, Scotty, Nurse Chapel, etc.), would play/write either characters

**Charles/Erik** - Friends to Lovers to Enemies, would do either post xmen first class cherik or would do older versions of them, darker themes, I would prefer to write Erik in this because I don't think I can do the optimistic Charles justice, we need to plot further with this one cause I would be down for lots of ideas

**Deadpool/Spider-Man** - slooooooow burn to even get to friends then maybe 🌈, would mainly start as Deadpool and Spider-Man running into each other doing work/patrols in the city and mexican food, prefer to write as Deadpool but would be willing to write Peter

**Deadpool/Wolverine** - post movie, Logan has nightmares, differences in their timelines, Logan visits this universe's version of the X-Men. Would be open to writing either.

**Harry/Hermione** - my preference would be to start sometime during deathly hallows after Ron left and Harry and Hermione are still dealing with the Horcrux, and writing either is good with me

**Hannibal/Will** - MURDER HUSBANDS 4EVER, post fall, (or I also have very many ideas for this ship, oh man), I would loooove to play Will for once in my friggin life but I would also understand that your sweet soul could not handle Hannibal and I have experience writing hanni

**Lestat/Louis** - set season 2 finale, during the hurricane, sweet *sweet* depressing vampire cuddles while mourning our daughter crying blood, but I get that's a LOT to start so also start of s3 rockstat era, Louis doing Lestat's makeup, would write either, genuinely love these two, tho more experience writing Lestat

**Daniel/Armand** - devil's minion era, or post season 2 TV show devil's minion, Armand IS ALICE au(?), open to writing either (would also do a one shot for Daniel/Louis)

**Crowley/Aziraphale** - I prefer writing Crowley but that's cause I have a very specific view of him and his feelings for Aziraphale, however I do like writing Aziraphale too, post season 2, or lots of different ideas for this one too

**Joker/Akechi** - set p5r term 3, OR Akechi has a palace that they do after Sae’s palace and before Shido’s cause I think Akechi should get to do a patricide, or whenever joker sleeps and goes to the Velvet Room, Akechi is there or they know they are the two tricksters from the start and Joker starts in the metaverse with Akechi and Joker knows about Akechi’s murders but Akechi is his only family until he finally meets the phantom thieves and starts to pull away from Akechi and wants to turn him in

**Lucy/The Ghoul/Cooper Howard** - heterosexuals strike again, post season finale as they track down Kyle McLaughlin and figure out what is happening, would probably prefer to play The Ghoul but I would also like Lucy too so IDK not a hard preference actually

**Hughie/OC** - AU he leaves the boys and lives a normal life and is cherished for ONCE in his ridiculous existence, would be fine with either male or female OC just not starlight sorry Annie January you have a cool name but your powers kinda suck and ur personality is idk I just think him and Kimiko would have been cute 🥰

**Homelander/OC** - again I'm fine with male or female and would prefer to write the OC but am open to it. OC could be someone new joining The Seven or someone he somehow met during his childhood (maybe even Sage or Hughie)

**Tyrion Lannister/Daenerys Targaryen** - rewind a few seasons, take things slower then follow the journey to King's Landing and the Red Keep, maybe when they first met, would write either but have more experience as Daenerys. (Sidenote: I also ship Jorah/Dany and Tyrion/Varys so same thing)

**AU / Tropes** I like and would do with ANY of the ships and characters above or even OCs:

Soulmate AU

Hanahaki disease

Teammates/Roommates

Childhood best friends

Enemies-to-lovers

Coffeeshop (always - one exists in every fandom and ship)

Stockholm syndrome 🕊️

Powers OR (No Powers for fandoms that have supes, mutants, magic, etc. )

Amnesia where person A wakes up and doesn't remember person B but wrongly (rightly) assumes person B is their spouse/significant other or just memory loss of critical moments

If you're interested at all, my dms are open! Thank you! 🖤🫶🏼🩵

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bestworstcase · 1 year ago

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ALSO. IRRELEVANT SIDEBAR. i seem to be the only person in the fandom who a) took it as a given that ‘the girl who fell through the world’ was at least a century old and thus predated the great war by at least two or three decades, and b) didn’t think the author’s identity being unknown was odd enough to require an explanation.

and i’m wondering now if the xkcd average familiarity curse Got Me bfgrbxcjk

alice’s adventures in wonderland! that book is One Hundred Fifty-Eight Years Old. it was published in november 1865. through the looking glass was published six years later in december 1871. CAN YOU NAME THE AUTHOR?

if you answered “lewis carroll,” bzzt! incorrect!

(well, correct in that the books were indeed written under that pseudonym BUT I MEAN HIS REAL NAME.)

alice’s adventures in wonderland is a hundred and fifty-eight years old. it has never been out of print. it’s been translated into a hundred seventy-four languages and it’s one of the best known works of nineteenth century english literature in the world. it’s been adapted many, many times for stage and radio and film and video games. “retelling the true story of alice in wonderland” is like an entire niche fantasy YA subgenre; i could name seven different examples off the top of my head. it’s as close to UBIQUITOUS as it’s possible for a story to be in a world with seven billion people living in it.

and… in a world where the non-pseudonymous identity of the author is thoroughly documented and easily accessible via the internet, the average person who Fondly Remembers watching the disney animated film or having the book read to them as a kid doesn’t know that ‘lewis carroll’ was a pen name.

his real name was charles dodgson.

and the reason the average person doesn’t know that isn’t any kind of individual failing or whatever, it’s just that the book was published almost a hundred and sixty years ago under a pen name. the pen name is what’s on the cover. most people don’t go Looking for biographical information about the authors of books their parents read to them as kids unless they have a particular reason to be interested. such as high octane nerdery.

(i own the 150th anniversary edition of the annotated alice and have read it cover to cover multiple times. and i’ll do it again. i am an Owns Books About The Math In Wonderland kind of nerdy about alice.)

—the point. being. the real world has a lot of things going for it in terms of historical preservation that remnant does not, chiefly the absence of a Fuck Ton of monsters trying to eat everybody all the time and making international travel and communication horrifyingly dangerous on a good day. the CCTS has only existed for a few decades; before that, sharing information between kingdoms was matter of “send an armed convoy and hope they don’t get killed and eaten by The Horrors en route.”

so the scholars of remnant are at, to put it mildly, a serious disadvantage in terms of information being retained over time.

anyway. ‘the girl who fell through the world’ is established very clearly to be remnant’s equivalent of our alice’s adventures in wonderland, in that it is a quite old children’s story that became MASSIVELY POPULAR worldwide, to the point that nearly everyone alive has at least some familiarity with the plot, many remember it as a cherished childhood bedtime story, and the more bookish characters can quote favorite passages from memory.

which is to say, it isn’t just The Story is an allusion to the wonderland story. the book’s ubiquity is also modeled after alice’s ubiquity, and the lack of popular knowledge about the author’s real identity likewise takes its cue from the fact that in real life most people Don’t Know who charles dodgson is.

so!!!

it’s not at all unreasonable to think that ‘the girl who fell through the world’ is probably meant to be about as old as alice’s adventures in wonderland—about a hundred fifty years, which would mean lewis published it around sixty years before the great war even started. (he also presumably didn’t publish it as a child; if he was about the age dodgson was when alice went to print, this would have been around twenty years after the fact.)

and it’s also not unreasonable to think that lewis, like charles dodgson, published his book under a pseudonym. or anonymously, but given how certain jaune is that alyx wrote the book, even though it was lewis taking notes and lewis saying he would write the story for jaune to find his way home…

i’d put my bet on lewis having written his book as “A.L. [Surname].” A for alyx, L for lewis, a symbolic way for her to come home with him. but the girls upon discovering the ever after is real and alyx was real would of course think “oh, ‘AL’ as in short for alyx” and the use of initials is also ambiguous enough for jaune to worry his way to the conclusion that he did, after alyx poisoned him.

fast forward a century and a half or so in a setting with no internet for most of that and hordes of man-eating Nightmare Beasts inhibiting international communication and… yeah of course the Real Name of beloved children’s classic author A.L. Whoever isn’t common knowledge outside of academic and hobbyist carrollian-equivalent circles.

#this post brought to you by me having the thought #‘but why are we surprised the book is way older than the great war. it’s aaiw.’#followed by ‘………your experiences are not universal’-ing myself GRBFJSJK #anyway. if they’re going where i think they might be going with lewis #he’s theodore’s great-grandfather #and his children were of the generation that fought in the great war #<- HIGHLY speculative but trust me it tracks.

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anavatazes · 2 months ago

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Surprise?

You know how you look at something and it gives you inspiration and then a friend says something and it gives you even more inspiration? Yeah, I was hit by the Mack Truck of inspiration.

Visual inspiration: https://www.tumblr.com/shierak-inavva/777787662668070912/watched-the-prequels-tonight-and-took-some?source=share

My lovely friend Maedlin is to blame for this: She woke up from the sleep Apocalypse put her in… and she’s pregnant

She doesn’t know yet… so… Love you, Mae!

Anywho, this takes place at early stages of Krakoa and the beginning of Excalibur (2019). And yes, this takes place in the same world as Decisions.

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Surprise?

Krakoa

Newly formed independent island nation

The celebrations were loud, joyous, and bright. The entire island of Krakoa was alive with the energy of a people who were finally free to be themselves. Free to live. Free to express. The Quiet Council made it official: Krakoa was now home to all mutants and a sovereign nation.

All the hard work that he, Charles, and secretly, Moira had done, had seen fruition. It was a good kind of tired Magnus felt as he flew toward the coast, returning home to the House of M from watching the celebrations with Charles. He stepped inside to find Rogue waiting for him. “I trust you haven't been waiting long?”

“Nah. Celebrated with some of the others. I knew you would be with the Council and then with Charles. We can have ours now…” With that said, the silky, green robe she wore fell to the ground, revealing the body he cherished so much and so often.

“Ah…um…”, he was at war with himself. Indulge now and talk later, or talk now?

Rogue smiled sweetly, seductively making her way to her lover. “Loss for words? Been awhile since that happened. Do me a favor? Lose the uniform, and Ah'll make ya lose more than words,” her kneeling before him, the words, the sound of her voice…

Now! “Rogue, my darling, we should talk before we proceed any further, no matter how tempting having you on your knees before me may be,” helping her up gently, Magnus wraps them both up in his cape, kissing her deeply to assuage her of any possible discontent.

“What is it?”

“During the Council meeting we discussed having laws, and one of the laws I think we should take under serious consideration, but only if you feel ready.” He wasn't sure if he was ready for this. It had been how long since Utopia?

“Magnus, I need to know what it is, so we can discuss it.” Rogue was growing impatient. When she was in a certain mood, her patience wore thin.

“Come, let us discuss this in our chambers,” Magnus picks her up, still cocooned in his cape.

She settles into his chest, reaching her arms around his neck. “Sounds serious,” she hums.

The man known as Magneto relishes in the feel of the woman in his arms, as he traverses their new home. His longest relationship since his wife Magda, Rogue meant everything to him. They'd been through so much together, their relationship tested and tried, and they survived. They both saw Krakoa as a means of not just a new beginning for their people, but for them as well. Their first night here, after hours of lovemaking under the moonlight, Rogue asked him to marry her. Of course he said yes. How could he say anything else? It was difficult to deny her.

Once inside their chambers, he ever so carefully rests them on the bed, facing each other. She reaches up, removes his helmet, which he takes with his powers, depositing it with his other helmets nearby. Smiling up at him, she takes a hand, running it through his hair, massaging his scalp. “So, what're we discussin’, sugah?”

“I know that we haven't discussed this in quite some time, my dear. And now may not be the right time. You may also decide that you don't wish to.”

Rogue places two fingers on his lips to shush him. “Magnus, I heard a rumor goin’ round that a law was passed to make more mutants. Is this true?”

She didn't remove her fingers, so he nodded.

“You want to discuss with me the possibility of us havin’ a baby?” She takes away her hand.

“Only if you feel ready, my love. It has been some time since we lost Irene, and we both agreed when the time was right, and we could ensure your safety to help aid in the prevention of another…” this time Rogue cut him off with a powerful and meaningful kiss, pressing her full length into his body.

It ended in small, light pecks, with them grinning at each other. “Magnus?”

“Yes, Anna?”

“I want to have a baby.”

He had to replay her words in his mind a few times before responding, “You are certain?”

“Baby, I have you, we have Krakoa, our home, our family, our friends, we're engaged, and it's not like I'm up for any of the teams any time soon, as I'm helping the youngsters with their powers. So… let's have a baby!” Rogue forces him onto his back, straddling and kissing Magnus.

He finally obliges her earlier request and loses his uniform.

*******

Over the years of being together, Magneto had allowed himself to play guinea pig to Rogue testing some of the limits of her abilities. This increased her confidence not only in her powers and their applications, strengths, and limitations, but also her self-confidence. He trusted her implicitly, and never doubted her. This, in turn, had an unexpected side effect that neither could have predicted.

Magnus’ control over the electromagnetic sphere allowed him to zero in on her unique magnetic signature, and pinpoint her exact location on the planet with almost no error. If he wanted to, he could open a wormhole, and be with her in minutes, as opposed to the time it would take to fly.

As they practiced with Rogue's abilities, however, they soon discovered that they could sense each other in a new way. First it was across the room, then across the Citadel. If they concentrated enough, they could sense the others’ emotions. With more practice it came with ease. Magnus sent for Emma Frost.

Emma explained that they were developing some sort of Psychic Rapport with one another, though she doubted they'd ever be able to communicate with each other through it. The telepath couldn't explain it fully, but it was linked to Rogue's powers, to how often she absorbed him. They were content with that explanation, and used this to their advantage when it came to battles and other sensitive situations.

Today, though, Magneto was present at the Quiet Council, impatiently waiting for the day to be over. It had been weeks since he and Rogue had started trying for a baby, and nothing yet. He wanted to get her back to their chambers and keep her there until one of their attempts succeeded. She did remind him that she wasn't fertile right now and these things take time, but neither minded the practice. Instead he was here, listening to Shaw and Sinister drone on about nonsensical bullshit, and Rogue was spending the day visiting with Gambit, who had freshly arrived on the island.

He was tempted to place his helmet back on his head, and feign being awake. But Charles and Emma both would give him an earful, like last time. Just as he thought Apocalypse was a lucky asshole for bowing out of Council business today on other, more important business, Magneto paused. Normally he felt a calming love through his link with Rogue. It helped to keep him calm and to not give into his anger as he wanted to do so often in the past.

Without warning, and to everyone's alarm, he slammed his helmet on, reached an arm out, opening a small wormhole, causing even Krakoa to cry out, and he vanished. Charles and Emma look at each other terrified, knowing just what would elicit such a reaction out of the Master of Magnetism.

*****

Gambit was furious! Rogue agreed to help the monster to save Betsy, touched the damned portal, and then the portal started to grab her! He felt like he was moving in sludge, and was unable to help her. Soon she was encased inside a coffin and Apocalypse seemed happy with the results. If the feeling in the air was any indication, he wasn't going to be happy for long. Remy felt the static electricity charging in the air. “You better release her before HE gets here!”

“Rogue cannot be released yet,” Apocalypse didn't spare him a glance. “What do you mean, ‘HE’?”

“He means ME!”

Magneto floated before the closing wormhole, the air crackling with charged energy and magnetic particles. The look of anger that flashed across his face hadn't been seen in a long time. Apocalypse felt himself being lifted off the ground, and for once, being powerless to stop it. The others formed a protective guard around Rogue's body.

“What is the meaning of this, Erik?” He asks calmly.

"Release her, or discover for yourself,” Magneto spit out the words. Spreading open his right fist, Apocalypse's body begins to pull as though it has figures at each limb.

Try as he might, Apocalypse cannot break free. “You have been holding back, Magneto. This is new.”

“You'll be more impressed once I've disintegrated your atoms to nothing. Now, release Rogue!”

“Erik! Stop!”

The voice belonging to Elizabeth Braddock, newly anointed Captain Britain, gives him pause.

“This is not going to help Rogue, nor is it going to help Otherworld. Put him down.”

Stealing a glance at Rogue, Magnus is torn. The love he cherished, trapped in a coffin, unable to feel her, the only thing telling him she was still alive was her electromagnetic signature. His baser instincts were screaming at him to end the ancient mutant before him, and then refuse to allow them to resurrect him permanently. He needed his Anna Marie to keep the world at bay. It was already threatening to come crashing down.

He felt a gentle hand on his arm, and heard, “Father?”

It was Lorna. His youngest. His baby. The one he tried to protect and give the life he and her older siblings never had. When did she arrive? Emma was now next to Rogue. Charles was at the entrance.

“He needs to release her, Lorna.”

“I know, Father. But he can't do anything if you're killing him.”

“He better release her.” Magnus feels his daughter embrace him, and he sighs. Rogue would be so upset with him for losing control like that. He releases Apocalypse, and the ancient one falls unceremoniously to the ground. Trinity is the only one present who goes to check on him.

Lorna leads her father to the ground, gently, and over to where Rogue is. Placing his hand upon the coffin-like box, he resigns himself to failure. He failed to protect her. He felt Lorna squeeze his arm, knowing exactly what he was thinking without needing to read his mind. He also knew it would upset Rogue that he would think that way. But it was something that he developed ever since her miscarriage, and they'd lost Irene. It was haunting him more now, because they were trying for a baby. Krakoa was supposed to be safe. And…

“This island nation is supposed to be safe for our people, Apocalypse. We aren't supposed to worry or fear about attacks from our own people while here. What the fuck were you doing that would cause Rogue to feel such terror?” He never looked away from his heart as he spoke. His voice never wavered.

“Something is wrong in Otherworld and we were on our way to help Ms. Braddock. Something was wrong with the gate. Rogue's unique ability helped to fix it, and then the gate broke.” Apocalypse answered.

Gambit spit on the ground, “Non! Dat not all dere is! You knew dis would happen. You knew!”

There was more back and forth, but calmer heads finally prevailed. It was decided that Kate Pryde would take Betsy, Gambit, Jubilee, Apocalypse, and Rogue's body with Magneto to England so they can travel to Otherworld there. It was determined that though Apocalypse had a hand in whatever happened to Rogue, the destruction of the gate on the other side may have had a hand, as well as whatever Morgan LeFay may have done to it.

Magneto purposely ignored Apocalypse during the journey, not wishing to encourage his own anger to rise again. Emma Frost also strongly suggested to Apocalypse to leave Erik alone, that to antagonize him in any way would be a mistake, as he's already proven he's held back all these years. Apocalypse left Magneto to meditate next to Rogue. Gambit and Kate were the only ones who seemed to even to want to bother him at all, making sure he was taking care of himself.

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This whole being in England and Otherworld, it was exhausting. He wanted to destroy Apocalypse permanently and be done with it. The urge was becoming more difficult to pass up. The calls with the children were somewhat helpful in distracting him during the downtime. Emma would converse with him telepathically to help put his mind at ease. Things he couldn't confide with Charles about, he could with Emma. Emma had proven herself indispensable to him and Rogue as a couple's therapist, and then as his therapist.

It was Emma who had alerted Lorna that her father had gone off the deep end when Rogue had been encased into this box. Emma suggested he go along with them, knowing that he would've been next to impossible to deal with otherwise. She'd helped him conquer most of his demons. The rest Rogue helped him keep at bay until he was ready to face them.

“Erik? You eat yet?” Gambit asked, already knowing the man didn't. He handed him a bowl and spoon.

“Gumbo?”

“Is good fer all growing mutants,” Remy winked, sitting down, across from him.

Magnus hadn't kept a Kosher diet since he was a child, before the camps, and decided that he probably wouldn't ever be able to return to that part of his heritage. Not with the things that Rogue and Gambit both could do with shrimp and pork. There were other reasons, but gumbo was a favorite meal that his Cajun friend made. Rogue would often make pulled pork when they would gather with the children. He couldn't bear the thought of telling her he couldn't eat that delicious meal anymore.

The two ate in silence for a few moments, as they often did when Remy would bring him food back from Krakoa.

“What news from home?” Magnus missed the home he built with Rogue so much. They'd only had it for a few weeks when things were disturbed. Not quite two whole months yet. The plans they made. When Krakoa caught word of their trying for a baby, the island sent Doug to ask where they wanted the baby's room, and a room near their chambers had been growing ever since. It was almost done.

“Quiet.” Remy answered, taking a healthy scoop of his gumbo. After swallowing, he smiles. “Ran into a mutual friend o’ours.”

“Oh?” He wasn't sure if this was good or not. Remy looked mischievous. There was a fifty-fifty chance of it going either way.

“Yup. Dey have ‘perience wit Otherworld and telepathy. Dey talk to Rogue, maybe see dey help some.”

Magnus smiled into his bowl. Rachel. Remy talked to Rachel. She had finally made her way to Krakoa and Remy had hunted her down. Rachel still kept in touch with Rogue and he knew that the telepath would be there soon, just not exactly. This was perfect news. Betsy didn't want to invade Rogue's mind for whatever reason, but Rachel, she would do it. And she was familiar with the magics and goings on with Otherworld to be able to offer Rogue assistance. He should have his Anna Marie back soon. He just needed to give Rachel the time she needed to help Rogue.

*****

She was back. She was blue. And her uniform didn't fit anymore. She woke up from the sleep Apocalypse put her in… and she's pregnant? Rogue didn't know how far along, but far enough to be showing. How long had she been asleep? Oh god! Magnus! Where was he? At that thought, the familiar arms and cape made their way around her, lips pressing against hers. He had her, as always. She could hear the world around them, the whoops and hollers of their friends, but as it was whenever Magnus enveloped them in his cape, it always sounded so far away. It was just them.

The feeling of his hand on her protruding belly, and the look in his eyes, looking for confirmation. “I guess we're pregnant, Magnus!” She whispered excitedly.

Capturing her lips in a great kiss welcoming her back, he tried to pour all of his feelings into it. He had her back! Rogue was back and pregnant! He wasn't sure how she was so far along right now, perhaps mid-pregnancy? But once they return to Krakoa, he would have Joshua look her and the baby over and ensure they were both well. Right now? Right now he wanted to hold them and be grateful and in love.

*****

Once the mess in England and Otherworld was taken care of, Emma Frost met them at a suspiciously empty gate at Krakoa. Betsy had been kind enough to find clothes for Rogue to wear, courtesy of Meggan. But, she and Magnus still weren't sure how they felt about all of this, and really needed to see Joshua, or Elixir, as soon as they could. Emma had an emerald green bundle in her arms, handing it to Rogue.

“I wasn't expecting to give this to you so soon, but it'll help keep prying eyes away,” Emma explained.

Rogue unfurled it, revealing a beautiful hooded robe, that appeared to be adjustable around the chest and midsection. “Oh, Emma. I love it.”

Emma and Magnus helped her into it, as Emma explained, “As the fiancée of a Quiet Council member, and a mother-to-be, we can't have you looking dreadful, or being uncomfortable. It's set up so you can also nurse baby, if you so choose, in complete secrecy and/or comfort. But we'll finish going over what else this can do after you see Joshua.”

Taking Magnus’ hand in hers, the couple follow Emma. She leads them to the healing gardens, where Joshua is waiting for them. Helping Rogue up onto the exam table, the young mutant known as Elixir stares at Rogue for a moment.

“May I?” He asks permission to touch her belly. When Rogue nods her head, he carefully rests his hands on either side of her stomach. Closing his eyes, he takes a breath. Then he smiles. Opening his eyes, Joshua removes his hands. “I have good news and I have good news.”

“Don't hold back, better tell us the good news!” Rogue was excited. Earlier she expressed some concern to Magnus that something could be wrong with the baby because of the influence of the magic of Otherworld. He agreed with her. They were both certain that if anything were wrong with the baby at all, Joshua would be able to tell. Betsy had already confirmed it was not an Otherworld child.

“Well, you and baby are both healthy. I cannot find anything wrong with either of you,” Joshua almost covered his ears at the whoop of joy that Rogue released, and made way for Magneto to embrace her. “Once you two are done celebrating, I can tell you how far along you are, and even the sex of the baby, if you want.”

“Do you want to know what we're having, Rogue? We haven't had time to discuss, well, anything!” Magneto was so happy, he didn't really care. That part was all new to him anyway. When Magda had Anya, the technology hadn't existed, and he didn't even know what mutants were. He hadn't been able to be there for the twins or Lorna. This one would be different.

“Yes! It'll be easier to plan everything out! Unless you have any objections?”

“None. This part is new for me.”

“This is all new to me.”

He kisses her.

Emma clears her throat.

“Sorry, jus’ a little excited is all,” Rogue blushes. “Go ahead with it all, Joshua.”

“Ok, I place you at 20 weeks, so about 4 months. That is based on the size and weight of the baby, the size of the placenta and a few other things. Like I said, the baby is perfectly healthy, has a strong cardio system, and everything. We can get you set up with a midwife to help guide you through the rest of the pregnancy. And congratulations, you're having a boy!”

******

“Why didn’t you tell me you were trying for a baby?” Mystique sat with Rogue at an outdoor cafe, enjoying a light lunch in the beautiful Krakoan weather.

“Well, because we wanted to wait and see if we were gonna get pregnant and then if the baby was gonna stay. Didn’t wanna get nobody’s hopes up, Mama,” Rogue takes a sip of her tea.

“I should end Apocalypse for what he did to you.”

“Get in line. And ‘sides, I already killed him once for it,” the two laugh.

“You need to stop being so helpful, now that you’re pregnant and going to be a mother. You missed out on the first few months of your pregnancy because of it.”

Rogue merely rolls her eyes at that. “You know I ain’t gonna stop doing that. Be more cautious, yeah, but it's who I am, and you know it.”

“He’s still treating you well?”

Laughing, Rogue shakes her head, “You really still on ‘bout that? Lord, Mama. He worships the ground I walk on, and ever since the baby, he’s gotten worse!”

“A mother can worry, Rogue. You are going to know what that feels like now. You may claim his family as yours,” Mystique points out, “but it's different when it's your own.”

“It’s not like I had a hand in raisin’ any of Magnus’ kids. They came all grown, and we were all friends anyway.”

“And they’re all older than you…” “Now, just stop right there, young lady!” Rogue gets frustrated with her mother. “You are how much older than Sabertooth, yet you had his son?”

“Don’t remind me.” Mystique takes a calming breath. “I’m sorry. I’m letting a small tiff between myself, Erik, and Charles get in the way of our time together. We need to celebrate, not allow squabbles interfere with such joyous news.” As she took Rogue’s hand to squeeze it reassuringly, the shapechanging mutant was never more grateful for the gloves she wore as a barrier between her and her daughter. If Rogue found out about the ‘squabble’, it would ruin her happiness, and, at least for now, Mystique didn’t have the heart to do it.

******

“Can't you leave the broodmare at home, Magneto?” Sinister sneered at Magneto and Rogue from in the Council Chambers. Rogue took her fiancé's arm causing him to look at her.

“Don't give him the satisfaction, dear.” She was wearing her emerald green robes from Emma, and was just visiting for a moment while the Council was on recess. At eight months, Rogue was now on leave from teaching the children, finding herself with more spare time.

“Just a little strangulation?”

“No. He's not worth the energy.”

She was right. Of course. He didn't need to look over at Charles to know he was agreeing with her. The two often ganged up on him when Sinister reared his ugly head. Or when Shaw would dare speak. Or Apocalypse would breathe. Especially then. Apocalypse was still someone that neither he or Rogue would have much to do with.

Apocalypse returned that energy by giving them a wide berth. He explained to Emma that had he known that Rogue was pregnant, he wouldn't have involved her at all. Emma rolled her eyes at him.

Rogue had a feeling from what remained of his memories that he was full of it. “Not supposed to be a late one, right, hon?”

Taking Rogue's hand and kissing it, Magnus replies, “No, it's not. Just more of the daily droll. I will be home in time for the children and Thomas.” His family. His three older children and his grandson, Thomas. They all agreed with Rogue so far along in the pregnancy that leaving Krakoa was not safe, so they tried to make dinner a regular thing here, at the House of M. Many Mutants were still uneasy around Wanda due to M Day, but Rogue made it perfectly clear that she wasn't against bashing some heads in if they denied Magneto time with his daughter. When Wanda arrived, she would head straight to her father's home, and not dally at all.

“All right. Just don't make me pull the Thomas card. I know he's your favorite,” Rogue winks at him.

******

“I want to draw you,” he blurted out one lazy afternoon. Rogue lounged on their bed, leafing through a kosher recipe book. Billy and Teddy were actually going to make Family Meal and she was determined to have more variety available.

“You haven't wanted to do that in forever, Sugah. Why now?” So focused on her task, Rogue didn't see the contentment on his face.

“You just look so… amazing on our bed, carrying our child, searching for recipes that Billy said you didn't have to. I merely wish to capture it, in one of the best mediums I know to show off your exquisiteness.” As he spoke, Magnus opened the leather-bound sketch book Wanda had gifted him.

“Oh you!” Rogue beamed, having missed seeing this side of him. Being so busy with Krakoa, he didn't often indulge in his hobbies. She would find Magnus relaxing to a glass of wine, and reports from one of the Captains, some investments, or government records. The list went on. Rarely would he read one of his books, or just listen to his music.

So they spent the rest of the afternoon discussing recipes and drawing.

******

Magneto found himself arguing with Shaw, again. It had become a regular event at the Quiet Council meetings. Sinister sat there, bemused as ever at the display. Charles rested his chin on his arm, knowing his old friend was more anxious about Rogue’s impending birth than he was about disagreeing with Sebastian Shaw on principle. The other members were occupying themselves with other things while the tirade continued.

Emma, however, was the first to notice that Erik had grown silent mid-sentence. “Erik?”

“I believe it’s time,” he looked Emma straight in her eyes.

Surprise displayed on her face as she stood up, while simultaneously reaching out to Rogue’s mind, walked over to Erik, who seemed to be paralyzed. “I believe you are right. Come on, let’s get you to her and the baby.”

Mechanically, Magneto took Emma’s hand. How long had it been since Anya’s birth? At that time it was unheard of for men to be present at the birth. He’d been at work when Magda had given birth, and only found out when he arrived home. Rogue insisted he was going to be present, and he never argued. He wanted this. So why was Emma having to guide him along like a lost child?

You are in shock, Erik. Emma spoke softly in his mind as they walked to the House of M. Kurt had offered to teleport them, but she shook that off. Didn’t need the father-to-be to lose his stomach. Perhaps he’d wake up out of his stupor enough to fly them there. Kurt, ever the loving brother, did his duty and stuck by their side to assist should they need it. His sister had a feeling her man would react this way.

She isn’t due for another month… he thought.

It’s real. Lorna is with her at home, with Ariel, the midwife you both picked out, and Joshua is on standby. All that is missing, is you.

At that, Magneto shook his head, looked at both Emma and Kurt, the shell shocked look disappearing and his demeanor changing to serious. Without warning, he lifted them into the air, carrying them to the House of M.

Mystique watched from a distance as they flew off. Sighing heavily and sadly, she began the walk to the House of M. A place she may not find a very warm welcome.

******

All was quiet at the House of M, while it's inhabitants finally slept. Well, most of them. Lorna had stopped by to check on her father, Rogue, and new little brother, Jakob. They were passed out on their gigantic bed, little Jakob sucking madly on his fist in between them. Careful not to wake the new parents, Lorna used her powers to lift her brother up and over to her. Cradling him close and taking him into the nearby nursery, Lorna decides to spend some time with her little brother and let the others sleep. If he's hungry, she'll wake Rogue.

Entranced by his big sister and the rocking motion, Jakob stares up at Lorna. She smiles down at him, kissing his forehead. “Hey, little man. I thought you would still be sleeping with your grand entrance into the world,” she chuckles. “You are definitely one of us. Showing up almost a month early, and having to be as dramatic about it as possible, huh?” Sitting down in the rocking chair, Lorna continues rocking him. Having been with Rogue during some of the midwife visits, Lorna knew that the birth could take a long time as first babies could. Little Jakob, on the other hand, had other plans. Rogue’s entire labor lasted hours, with the baby arriving with a powerful set of lungs. Her father commented that was definitely one of his, already screaming at him.

“Good thing Father has a sense of humor about this stuff. At least now. With your Mommy, he's changed a lot, for the better. Your Mommy has helped piece our family together. I don't think we'll ever be perfect, but I like that we aren't dysfunctional anymore. That we do things together now. That we have a relationship with him. And you are lucky. You will get to grow up with him. Something none of us have been able to do. Something that I think we are a little envious of, but after we found out the truth, it turns out he didn't have a choice.”

“At least with the twins, he didn't. With me, he made an impossible choice. He said it was one he would make again if it meant keeping me safe. I guess I can forgive him for that. So, don't you dare squander the time you have with the old man, you hear me?” Lorna reaches down to kiss her baby brother, again, seeing he fell back asleep.

Standing up slowly, Lorna turns and sees her father standing in the doorway, his cheeks wet with tears. “If I could have had my way, my sweet daughter, I would have had all three of you with me the entire time.”

“I know. And I would have loved that. But you did what you thought was best. And, I can't be angry with you anymore about that.”

The man once known as Max Eisenhardt embraces his two youngest children, little Jakob protesting for a second. “It means a lot to me to hear you say that, Lorna.”

“I mean every word, Father.”

*******

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